um. yeah, i was tagged. yippee.

dear ex: hello there non-existent ex. um, i loved you? you're a bitch??? i don't know.

dear self: you're actual trash puLL YOURSELF TOGETHER

dear dad: hello. did you forget i exist? or uh, do you happen to be busy fucking your girlfriends? sorry for being alive. sorry that i'm not good enough for you. sorry my dreams are worthless to you.
god you're full of shit, you and all your damn girlfriends. especially that first one, the one that abused my sister and i. you're such a coward, it took you years to trash that whore. i really fucking hope you get your shit together and be a fucking father for once in your pathetic life. stop forgetting my concerts, my name, my school events, my face, my dislikes and my likes, and all you missed out on.
why the fuck can't you be like everyone else's father? why did my mom have to explain to me when i was seven, that all the kids in my class had dad's except me?

why don't i get a father?

get back to me soon. love you.

dear mom: i love you, so much. i know things are kinda shaky between us. i know you're upset you have a faggot for a child. i'm sorry, you don't deserve it. you deserve the world and i'm sorry i can't give that to you. you were always my hero, my best friend. and god dammit you still are. you're beautiful, i promise. never think otherwise. don't care about your shitty ex's think. they weren't good enough for you. none of us deserved their abuse, especially an angel like you. every day i thank god that you met the right man, and i promise he's the best thing that ever happened to us. i know i give you a hard time sometimes, but i still love you. please don't cry, you're to amazing to do so.

dear school: lmao i fucking hate you

dear crush: *strangled animal noises* you're the death of me and i know it'll never work out but god damn you sexy llama keep being amazing

dear siblings: you cool, you cool. tho i get annoyed of your edgy-12-year-old-self but eh. oh and the little one, stop being so whiny lol

dear past me: babe shove your middle finger up the bullies asses. the ones that scolded us at lunch, and the ones that had the audacity to throw punches at us. and don't feel sad we punched them back, we finally grew some balls boiiii

dear first love: lmao thanks for making me realize i kinda lowkey liked dick

dear best friend(s): fucking love you all (internet and real life ones included). sorry for being unbearable sometimes. and being literal trash and somehow gaining your support.

dear future child: okay so back in my day we had this thing called dabbing-

dear people i love: god bless you for existing xoxo

dear people i hate: oh. hi. there aren't a lot of you, but know you have a special place in my heart. in the area filled with crap. thank you for existing. i think of you whenever i pick up my dogs shit.

dear ex-best friend: sorry that i was the one that trashed you. but apologies, i was tired of your shit. thanks for slapping me, smacking me with your books, trashing my already trash art, verbally and physically abusing me, etc. etc. e-t-c. i've already had plenty of people beat the shit outta me as a kid, i don't need you too. it's annoying how i can't stop thinking of you. you still mean a lot to me. it's weird. love you.

dear celebrity crush: ha. ha. love me. yOU ARE AMAZING AND ADORABLE AND DID A V GOOD JOB AS PETER PARKER BOO AND YOU ARE AN ANGEL AND GOD BLESS YOU. (love me okay?)

dear people that hate me:

uh dab away the haters?