Seven

Letter

Dear ****

Do you get sick of me screaming at you so much?

Isn’t it really embarrassing when I break down sobbing in the middle of shopping centres?

It must be infuriating when you do everything you can to help me, and I just shove it all back in your face. God, that must hurt.

I don’t blame you if you can’t forgive me.

Lots of love, ****

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