Dear Grace,

Do you know what affect you have on me? Do you? I can't do it. I can't look at you with him. You should be with me not Wilbur. I know it's been a couple of months since we broke up. And you are with Wilbur now but I can't.

I cry every night knowing that you aren't in my arms anymore. That you're not with me anymore. You were my happiness and now I don't have anything to be happy anymore.

I can't even get on the stupid ass computer and be with Dream and them cause all I can think about is how one of my best friends is dating my now ex girlfriend.

I miss you. I do. I miss being in the bed with you while we talk about physics. Eating chocolate chip cookies. Or when we would look at Downtown Abbey or that Genius:Albert Einstein episode 9 I think?

Honestly.. I'm thinking about just quitting everything. The fans know about my mood changing. The whole dsmp knows everyone knows that something is wrong.

But you know what? When I leave I'll get one of your best friends or something. Maybe your fucking enemy or shit and date them. See how it feels for your ex to date someone you love it hate.

This shit isn't funny no more. It really isn't. I'm leaving the smp. I already told Dream. Even though he told me not to do it but I'm doing it. Cause I don't need to fucking see Wilbur talking about his new relationship every stream.

So you know what. Fine. Go and date him I don't give a fuck anymore. I blocked you from everything. I rearranged the locks on the doors. Your shit is out of my house and on the street so you better get it before someone takes it and since I brought Pandi I'm keeping him. This is the last letter that I'm going to give to you.

Fuck you, Fuck Wilbur and fuck everybody I'm done. I hope your fucking relationship flops.

~George.

-gracemayfield