You’re still up. I don’t feel like writing anyway. I’m mad at you. Yeah, I know that is not fair because of the stuff you are mad at me about.
The stupid thing is that I started writing these damn love letters or whatever the hell this is. Anyway, my point is that just because I’m mad doesn’t mean that I don’t care or love you.
So, this is your stupid angry love letter.
I hope you enjoy it.
*I’m not actually mad anymore because writing this made me laugh, and it wasn’t really worth being mad for more than the time it took to write this.