give me the fucking key
11:08 p.m.

Matt,

How am I supposed to be the strong one? I cannot go back to you, but I cannot move on. I am stuck in this perennially disgusting and depressing place we call, "Not Over Him." And there is nothing you can do. You have already locked the door, swallowed the key, and fucked her. I'm stuck. You put me here. I want you to feel some guilt. I want you to see the pain in my eyes right now. I want to know that you were ever human.

Were you, Matt? Can you feel this? Can you feel it? I pray to God that if you don't know this pain now, you will feel it while you burn eternally.

Kim

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