To Jeff in Orange
5:14 a.m.

I'm sorry you don't want to deal with me.

I love you so much. I miss you so, so much. I want to talk to you so bad.

I hope you don't hate me when you see the notes I've been leaving you on my skin. Only because I can't tell you in person. Only because you wouldn't care.

I love you so fucking much.

I wish you weren't doing this to us.

Maybe it's all the stupid fucking un-born baby's fault. I've always hated kids.

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