Dear Master, Dear Sir,
To the one Dearest to my heart,
I hope I know you are well, you always know how to be perfect, not like me My family got together, I didn't even know and they were all there! They said that - they loved me, and that someone who loves me wouldn't tell me I'm worthless. I'm not saying I'm not, I mean, I wouldn't go against what you say, I love you so much, I just am so afraid! I apparently need to move on, to live my own life. I know I'm ugly, and fat, and stupid, smart, sensitive, and a the current miss Universe, and that there are things, maybe that you say that you shouldn't, or things that you do, that maybe you only really told me I loved, and maybe I learned to believe you.
I can't keep writing this,
not without wanting you so badly, needing you like a horrible sickness, I guess I shouldn't have gone back, after the cops showed up and arrested you and took me away, after I escaped that life, and that I really need to identify that I was a loved, princess f*** slut I'll think about you, even if I have to move on, I think about your basement, and the six months when the cops couldn't find me, when you convinced me forced me to love you.
They say it's too early to write you, but I can tell you I'm moving on. I think.