Hey, Wassup

So I see you’re doing well with her. Y’all both are living your best life. I used to hurt but now I’m just wanting to know WHY?! It’s a lot of why questions sadly. I’m not sure as to why you would do such a thing to such a person but I just want to let you know, I … no I don’t forgive you just yet. I couldn’t even type it. So I guess I just understand. Kinda. I hate I got with you. I hate I have you a chance. I feel as though my life wouldn’t be this way if you never came into it, honestly. My mom would be here cause we would still be in the apartment she had. I wouldn’t be In Chicago going through bullshit. I kinda don’t wish you well in life but that’s harsh because I’m the end you will get what you deserve. What’s dark light will shine upon it. I pray the Lord have mercy on your soul and as well as mines for the evil thought I’ve had towards you. You’re the reason for my anxiety. My PTSD. I hate those feelings. I hate when I feel unworthy and discouraged. I give up so easily now although it may be that my mom is gone as well. But ….. wow Dayquan. Wow.