Dear,

It's been awhile. I thought I had finished all my feeling, emotions. Then I hit the album we got high together on.

I realize now I was in love with a thought. In love with a certain way you portrayed yourself as, this wonderful siren. You drew me in, made me fall. And I let myself. I hate that I did. But honestly, I cant be too mad. I have these memories, which will fade. You lied, you used my, my family, my brothers. Hell, you used your own father every day. I looked him up, he is in a lot of debt and I cant help but to think it's because of how you take his money. That saddens me. He's such a good father, he felt so bad for me, and you just use him.

I'm glad you're gone. I can only hope I find someone with the true personality that I fell for.. for now it's one day.

I hope you rot. A thief has more honor.