Don't think I'll ever understand
To Ally,
I'm not sure I want to send this to your email. I don't even know what to say to you. Did you ever actually love me? Or was it all just a ploy to try and get money out of me so you could keep using drugs? Given what's happened, I feel like you never loved me at all. You lied to me since the beginning about everything. I don't know what's the truth about you anymore. Even if you told me the truth, I'm not sure I would believe you... Fair enough.
I gave you a huge part of myself and you just threw that all away. Discarded it even. Your "mother-in-law" Lisa said you never even opened my letters I wrote you. You turned out to be such a piece of shit, but why, why couldn't I see it? I was just so happy to be in love, I thought you were her. I would have done anything for you.
There is a small part of me that still cares about you. We were friends for ten years and I loved you. I don't mean you any harm, but sometimes when I'm angry thinking of you I wish I could find out that you passed away finally, because it hurts knowing if you're still alive, then you're still out there living in some decrepit spot, running from the law, warrant for your arrest, and dirty needles, and you're fat, and your hair is greasy and stringy, and it's just terrible.
If you ever want to reach out again, my contact info is the fucking same.
Good luck you fool.
-Matt.
I'm not sure I want to send this to your email. I don't even know what to say to you. Did you ever actually love me? Or was it all just a ploy to try and get money out of me so you could keep using drugs? Given what's happened, I feel like you never loved me at all. You lied to me since the beginning about everything. I don't know what's the truth about you anymore. Even if you told me the truth, I'm not sure I would believe you... Fair enough.
I gave you a huge part of myself and you just threw that all away. Discarded it even. Your "mother-in-law" Lisa said you never even opened my letters I wrote you. You turned out to be such a piece of shit, but why, why couldn't I see it? I was just so happy to be in love, I thought you were her. I would have done anything for you.
There is a small part of me that still cares about you. We were friends for ten years and I loved you. I don't mean you any harm, but sometimes when I'm angry thinking of you I wish I could find out that you passed away finally, because it hurts knowing if you're still alive, then you're still out there living in some decrepit spot, running from the law, warrant for your arrest, and dirty needles, and you're fat, and your hair is greasy and stringy, and it's just terrible.
If you ever want to reach out again, my contact info is the fucking same.
Good luck you fool.
-Matt.