… I’ve gotten another message from that anon bastard it’s not even worth showing.
Don’t you realize how it fucking hurts to be shoved on the face the fact that one of the persons you love the most is not in this world anymore?
I’m fucking crying with rage now, dammit. Why did you have to pick on me? God, I’m an obsessed teenager. Please. What did I ever do to you?
God, I know Kurt’s dead. I know I have not known him. But it’s seriously painful to think about it. To think that he will never know how much I love him. To think that I will never give him back everything he has done for me.
So please, you’re done with me, go fuck off somewhere else.
