All I've ever done was love you, see, I didn't exactly wait for you after we broke up, but i didn't need to. You still cared about me regardless of what I was doing for money or who I was dating/seeing. It was YOU who didn't want the relationship, it was YOU who needed to "grow" and "learn" and do [your] own thing". You said all of these things repeatedly.
When I threw away some years of my life for you, fuck, fuck, fuck it hurt. And you're still telling me how to live my life? You're telling me I was more responsible in San Francisco? You're telling me I don't need these 'scripts, these men, these drinks, these caming gigs? Really? I'd listen to you if you didn't make me crazy. I'd listen to you if you didn't hurt me so badly and lead me on and ruin my goals and life in SF.
I have never ending hatred for you. It's almost the same amount as the love I have for you.
I'm too afraid to visit you for all of these reasons. So, you won't be seeing me in Germany or India come fall. Perhaps you won't ever see me again...
But you will still inherit all of my money if I die.
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