Anger.

Dear Bambi,


I hope you still read this.

I hope you know how deep the scars you caused every day for the last three and a half years run in me. 

I hope my mere existence and happiness without you tortures you to the core of your being.

I hope this is how you feel forever.

And most of all, I hope that when your girlfriend finds out what you did she leaves you.  Cold.  Alone.  And without even an inkling of a plan in your mind.


Sincerely, 

Bunny.