I’m angry. I’m angry. I’m angry. I never thought you would turn into everyone else, but I guess you did. I brought you into my home, my family loved you like their own. Now, you can’t even check on me when I was your shoulder to cry on for two years. I hate how you treat me, I don’t deserve it. Two weeks ago, I would’ve wanted a text. Now, I don’t think I want to see you once you come back this November. Blessed be.