I wrote him a letter, and it sits beside me. I glance down upon it every so often. I think he'll cry when he reads it. I almost did writing it.
Like a brother.
....
like a fucking brother. he called so many times today. to apologize, and such. i told him i would have put a bullet in my own head.
i was lost. stuck, alone.
i didn't know who or what or even where i was.
my base camp was even being stolen from under my feet. but the family came to the rescue. with 600$. to save my sorry ass. dad told me not to go to work, just focus on finding something better. better.
thank you;to those who deserve it.
fuck you;to those who tried to ruin me.
i wrote, that i wish i could hate him. but he's a part of it all.
"[tea and bubble baths work wonders, too....]
and dont forget to breathe"
the two phrases i will be famous for, one day.
and he'll be running soon again.