I just woke up and decided to be nice and make your bed for you.
While I was making it I remembered that I had hidden your notebook so that I could finish drawing & writing what I had started a few days ago.
I went and got it and I ended up with a pretty cool drawing and a nice poem, if I may say so myself..
As I was looking for a blank page in your notebook, to leave you a lovely note behind.. I came across a threepage letter from the one person I had no interest in knowing who he was..
As much as I didn't want to read it and probably had no right to do so, I just couldn't stop myself from reading the whole letter.. and the more I read, the more it hurt.
Feeling horrible I took a second look at my drawing and poem and it didn't even come close to what he had written for you..
So I tore away the pages.... and left.
