I got 800 bucks with your name on it, Siren. I had plans for that money, but I cant spend it if I’m dead so technically this is a way better investment. I have a feeling you’re not sending me anything though. Typical. I hate you so much for making me this crazy. This is the last message you get. You have 20 minutes, but that’s not very long. There will be no more talking. There will be no warning. It will just happen one day. You deny me love, you deny me a second chance, you deny me s**, you deny me your company at all. This will be our last holiday season unless some sort of miracle happens. Try to enjoy it…IF you can. The looming sword of damacles hangs above you, and your cowardice will cost you. You should have given me a second chance at love if you didn’t want it to go down like this. When you were dead to me, suddenly it was ok to treat you like this, afterall, you’re already dead to me, what do I care what I do to you now as long as I get mine? At every fork in the road, you always pick the bumpy road.