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To a girl named Jolly.
I know you often secretly check up on me. To see how I'm doing. I can see it in your eyes when I pass you. When I'm off doing whatever I'm doing. You try to hard to be a stranger. I know your thinking if you made the wrong decision in the past and how things turned out. Well you havnt. I burned the letters I wrote along with the belongings. Your just every other girl I see pass by i see walking down the street. Congratulations on reaching stranger status. I'm sure it's what you had in mind after all of the bullshit. It must suck being that alone when you could of avoided it. That's too bad. Because I don't feel sorry for you. Actually. I don't feel anything. We're strangers now. So we never existed in the first place. It's funny. Real funny. Because it's exactly what you didn't want. You threw that away awhile ago. Must be fun not having the Courage to say how you really feel. Well not my problem anymore I guess. You will read this sometime soon. See i am on my own with my own house car and busy life. I know you. You will cry. And ponder over me being a "mistake" even tho I have what you need to escape the broken home you live in. Anonymity is a charm. I am no douche bag spreading secrets about people or starting unnecessary drama is not my idea of fun. You let a public wall be the only way to reach you. All I am saying is get some fucking balls girl. Quit suffering for other people and there mistakes because you are too afraid to tell them enough is enough. Life is a funny thing. The doors that open for you are the ones worth going through. I'll be the first one to say the route your taking isn't the worst one. But it's a huge mistake you sacrificed your happiness for all the wrong reasons. But what the hell do I know. I lost my right to care about this shit the moment you closed that door in my face. It doesn't bother me now. It's just sickening to see someone suffer that much for no reason. I wish you luck on your endeavors. It's funny how many words can be written to someone who doesn't even "exist" anymore. Have fun spying On me. I advise you to find a better use of your free time if spying brings you nothing but sadness. But then again you don't got anything that really brings you any joy. You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink it. Whatever. Nothing will change if your not the one changing things. Until that change all you will ever be to anyone is just wasted time.
