A letter from Jul 19, 2025

Hey, I dont talk with you often these days. I've decided I'd be better off putting you in the furthest corner of my mind but now that you're the only thing I have left I want you to make me a promise. You've lived long enough, at this point you could say you lived the life you deserve. All this pain, suffering, and endless torment inflicted upon you is your punishment. You know it yourself, you are trash, you are scum. You question your own knowing **** well why you dont matter, You wonder why you are so hard to love whilst continuing to ignore your own flaws and imperfections. Its your fault people leave but there is nothing you can do about it, you're a terrible person, thats what you are and nothing will change it. You broke her too, you made her leave, you hurt her, you should've never opened your mouth- you sad excuse of a person, a cancer that hides in human skin. You yearn and wait for her as if she will ever return to a sad and pathetic person. She deserves someone better, not you, the life you so desperately want with her is better off with someone who wont make her feel all this. You are disgusting and i loathe you. What have you become? You genuinely disgust me in every way possible. So I want you to make me a promise, the next time you see this, and you're still the pathetic and waste of space Aeon you were, I want you to promise me that you'll **** yourself, die die die, please die, I wish you a painful and agonizing *****. Die in a way that doesnt inconvenience others, not like you have anything left, but do it in a way where you've tied up all your loose ends, all the things that you have left to settle with people, and all the things left behind, settle it and die. Die without making a mess so preferably something that doesnt require then to fix things. That leaves your options to jumping off a bridge. **** yourself Aeon