Go to hell, I’m don’t know shit anymore and it’s not like that’s a good thing. However I won’t let it destroy me. I will survive. But if in the end this was all for nothing, fuck you. I trusted you, went through things you can never imagine or understand.
For the future, this better end well. Brother, we are (worst case were) good friends. And I won’t let her break me down either. Not again.
That’s all. I hope I’m wrong like before.