Subject: Fwd: o |
From: Emma Allan <emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> |
Date: 5/19/11, 01:19 |
To: Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> |
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From: "Kenneth Lipp" <kenneth.lipp@gmail.com>
Date: 15 May 2011 23:16
Subject: o
To: <emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com>
You're not ever going to speak to me again, are you? Why not unfriend me, or
whatever? Not that I want you to. Jess let me have it, which is right and
she should have. Just makes it so hard not to think about you; and I think
only fond things. You probably think that's ridiculous. I miss you. You have
no reason to consider me, whether I had lied or not. There is nothing to me.
I have no where to go to look for validation or friendship, and it's a place
I moved to try to be with you. Fucking hell, I am such a pathetic mess.
Twitter and fucking facebook, that's me, that's my fucking life now, and now
for absolutely nothing, and I don't know how to get out, it just gets worse.
I miss you so much, you were the only beauty in my life. God i hope you're
ok. I really do, i am such a piece of shit.