Do you hate me? You must. I mean you’ve done all those terrible things to me but on top of all of that all the shit I say about you (all of it true.) You must want me to continue suffering and that’s why I have to fight so hard for my good days. Because in some twisted heavenly way you must be favored. Even though I’m the one who prays, I’m the one who is selfless and this will be the only time I talk about it… how did I get the short straw again? Only God knows I guess. I will continue to pray for you, I hope one day we cross paths and can smile, instead of blame.