Hey, me again. I decided to use the strangers tag for this letter instead of exes this time, since that’s what we are now apparently.

I know you’ll never see these and it’s probably for the better. I wouldn’t want to read this shit either but I have no one to talk about this stuff. I’m crumbling again. It’s ok, I honestly haven’t stopped. Watching the pieces slowly fall away and deteriorate as I numb is fascinating. I’ve never see this much of my insides before; the rotting guts, twisted intestines, and the oh so pretty bone that comes with flesh peeling away. I’m starting to look like a Cannibal Corpse album cover, that’s rad! They say time heals all wounds, but it can’t fix the decay that is laying waste to this mortal shell. I’m happy, really, as I know you’re probably in your perfect state of bliss living your best life. One day I’ll attempt to put the pieces together, for now though I’ll let this fucked body rot into the void. It’s where it belongs. Thoughtless, emotionless, painless. I’d say goodbye to the past if it were that easy, so I’ll just say see you in the next life. Hopefully things will be different.