Dear Jack,
I am writing this because I know you will never read it.
But I kinda hope you would.
You should know you woke the best and worst in me.
The best - because I see myself differently now, you made me brave, you made me believe.
The worst - because you broke me and I don't know how to fix me.
Don't get me wrong, I am just intriged...
You went from "closest friend" to "coldest stranger" in a blink of an eye.
And you didn't tell me WHY.
And when I was ready to let you go, I saw your little "homage"
And that really pissed me off
Because that "WHY?" started echoing inside my head again.
I have tried to hate you since them, but I couldn't.
Not because I am weak, but because I am vain.
And after torturing myself to understand WHY
I decided to simply ask you
But again, you left me with no answer.
I believe you do like the game.
Well, just so you know, I DON'T.
I'd rather be your earnest friend. I really do.
Or I did.
'Cause again I feel hurt, stupid and wrong.
But WHY do I fuckin' care?
I am using this pain to express myself artistically and I am doing great.
You don't deserve any of these words.
But I had to get it out of my system.
