A letter from May 10, 2025

Dear FutureMe, 23:21 was about to sleep but an idea crossed my mind made me listen to baad ghyabo and write here so i can share with you this idea i hope you're doing good dear me i hope that you're very okay and fine as they say we ran from the prison and fell on its door i won't lie ,,, i blame you ,,like **** i ******* blame you for everything ,,, you destroyed a lot of lives to build yours you lied and said that he didnt care or look up for you ,,, how you seeing things now huh ? you wanted love ? *** is love to you ? what the **** is this kind of love you're talking about ?you loving him him loving everything everyone but you him prioritizing every thing but you ? you want the truth ill give you the **** truth he lied and lied and lied ,,, you were together when he flew to china he took pictures of that store for both of you but he saw her he offered her that gift not you you werent even worthy of a ******* teddy bear you celebrated his birthday and he simply said i love you both the same he didnt even touch her while he slept between your arms you really are becoming a mini him ... more and more youre being a mini him i hope youre happy now stupid you lied and belived a lie a big fat **** lie you make me feel sick you make me feel horrible ... pray please pray and pray baby