Fuck You, Adam

Dear Adam,

Today’s the last day I think about you. Today’s the last day I allow myself to feel less than everyone else. Insecure. Flawed. Imperfect. Little. Not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not nice enough. Today’s the last day my heart hurts that you left me, dumped me over the phone like the full grown pussy of an Army reserve captain you are. You cheated on me and I have proof.

You’re probably at the Tyler Childers concert tonight. You’re probably with her.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I’m done.

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