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On the off chance you ever happen to get this letter, just know that you aren't supposed to read this. Ever. In fact, you probably never will, but I don't want to take any chances that by some miracle you get this and think I actually meant for you to read it. This is just for my psychological health. I need some closure.
I need to write this down on paper, and, I don't know…burn it, or toss it into the sea. I need to vent, and La damn it all, I'm going to.
I'm not mad. I'm really not. I mean, not really. Not much. I'm just…disappointed. Really, really, really disappointed. I don't even understand why. I just know that…
That by the time I realized I had expectations- that I had hopes for you; you'd already let me down.
And that hurts. It hurts a lot. Of all the ways for me to figure it out, it had to be because you built me up and then shattered me into a billion pieces.
Okay, now I think I'm just being ridiculous. I should not feel that way about you. I shouldn't. It's wrong, it's sick and it's demented in the worst of ways. And now I sound like Sokka.
La help me, I'm losing my mind.
Alright. Enough is enough. Let's get a few things straight.
I hate you for the pain you've caused me. I hate that you made me think you were a changed person, a good person, and then you turned around and betrayed me. Us. I meant us. I hate that I thought for a few moments that maybe we could be... I mean, that you would help us. But at the same time, I don't hate you. I understand that you're probably very confused. I understand that people make mistakes. And if you ever ask, I'll forgive you. But you have to earn it first.