Erica

I'm not sure why I'm even bothering. I don't even know what to say to you. I dumped my heart on a shitty piece of paper to you in my last letter, spent ages wording it right, thinking about how I could just explain everything to you ...and for what? ...Nothing? Not even a how are you? I thought I would have atleast had that. Just word that you'd received them or acknowledged that I did exist in your life. That you'd thought about me for just one moment since you left...

Feels like that fucking Eminem song doesn't it...Maybe I was just a pillar for you to stand on in here. Make you look good to the board so you could get what you wanted. Didn't work did it? Or maybe you've just moved on with him... How is that by the way? Still seeing my face every time you close your eyes?

I'm so fucking angry with you!..You were meant to be here for me!...but you know...maybe it's a good thing. Maybe not writing back was the best thing you didn't do, because now, when I wake up every morning I won't miss you anymore and I won't feel ... I won't feel anything. I am so sick of this shit Erica, of being upset, of thinking about you every fucking second of every single fucking day and being mad about it..

I'm starting to really lose my shit in here...I don't know what to do anymore. I feel like I'm falling apart...and the worst part is...that even when I do wake up tomorrow I bet I will still have just dreamt about you like every other fucking night before...I'll think of all the things you've ever said to me in here that has kept me going...and I'll try and I'll try so hard, but I don't think I'll ever stop missing you...

From

Somebody that you used to know