Dear Ray,
Okay call me stupid as much as you like, even I know I'm stupid and childish and this is all useless but I'm hurt.
I'm hurt ray, and no it's not fine, I know, I should get over it or what so ever, and moving on will probably best for me, but with every thing falling apart around me, I found something within these letters I write, sometimes, I forget about giving up, just because I want to write you.
I found purpose in these meaningless papers.
~F.
