dear angela,

fuck you for lots of things. but mostly for throwing tantrums at nothing.

dear ian,

fuck you for being a coward and letting me love you to the point where i can not let go and i don’t know if i ever will. i don’t even care to pretend anymore.

dear john,

fuck you for fucking me behind your girlfriend’s back and being shitty to me because you think you can. fuck you for most likely doing the same thing to your wife and leaving your kid behind.

dear morgan,

fuck your relationship with quinn.

dear quinn,

see above.

dear jim,

fuck you for being a robot.

dear james,

fuck you for being a dick.

dear me,

go fuck your self pity.

the best part is…NO ONE reads this blog.