An Open Letter

I honestly wanna just throw stuff across my room, which is so strange because that is nothing like me. I just kept hitting my legs and screamed along to Great Lakes on my drive over to pick E up. I started to feel better playing with T, but then I saw E got messages from M, and I got nothing. She’s your fucking friend and I’m just a piece of trash to be discarded to the side at will. I’m just the boyfriend that doesn’t exist when E is not choosing for me to. It feels fucking shitty because I know how much being excluded sucks, and I put an e