If they come to me with a whole bunch of funny scenarios as art suggestions.
I've learned the hard way that this is usually their method to get free art.
Don't worry, you don't have to apologise; I have no intention of ever forgiving your sorry arse.
Don't get it twisted, this letter is addressed to you but it's not for you. This letter is for the me who was too chickenshit to say anything sooner.
Sincerely, fuck you.
[7/7]
No, what you loved was how convenient I made everything for you and how good we looked in the public eye. You never cared about me. You never wanted to meet me halfway on anything. I always catered to your whims, your schedule, your last minute "family emergencies".
[6/7]
"Peoni this is all in the past, why mention it now?" I can hear you ask.
Because unfortunately some people still think you're a paragon when you're a parasite. I should've called you out a long time ago but I never had the heart because I loved you too much.
But not you.
[5/7]
I guess it's bittersweet to know that at least I wasn't the only one you ghosted; I'd be the first person your clients contacted when you disappeared.
Turns out I was never the love of your life that you claimed I was; I was your Maggie Gyllenhaal playing Secretary.
[4/7]
You had convinced me that your alt accounts weren't you when your art style was a dead giveaway - trust me, nobody draws pierced nipples like you do. All so you could continue scamming folks who didn't know any better, but sure, the different shading meant it wasn't you.
[3/7]
I don't think I can ever recover from the pain you put me through. You spoke so many empty promises and I wanted to believe them so much.
You showed me how much words are just pretty noises that hold no weight if you don't mean them.
[2/7]
Originally I posted this letter on the other page knowing the recipient would likely not read it but I'm posting it here hoping that they can see it with their own two eyes.
Hope you've got your reading glasses on, this is an essay.
Note: slight edits bc twitter limits
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