October 20th, 2017

To Dorothy Joy

From Joel Heartbroken

I tried. I tried talking. I tried talking to her. She was extremely upset with me. I don’t know why. Why is she like this?

She said so many things. She said so many things I want to forget she said them.

“I don’t want to be fucking friends with a fake person! Do you WANT me to look psychotic? Insane? Retarded?? Because I’d rather have a DECENT LIFE, and not one with your stupid ass following me everywhere! Don’t ever come near me again. Do you understand?”

And then she just forgot about me. Let me fade from her memories. Left me cold. Suffering. Desperate. Broken. She was never like this before. Then why? Why would she do this?

 I don’t know why. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know anything. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t