Vis Amari

Dear Mr. Mill,

Last night, I was about to post a hate blog. That's the least I want, you know.  I don't want to stress you on things like that. It was something stupid. I am too angry to even write well. For the sake of no argument, I admit that I am wrong in letting other people treat me the way they want to. I am wrong in being the all-understanding sonuvabitch that rants everytime I get hurt. Right now, I don't want to talk. I just want myself to listen to one song, this: