I’m saying this with all the respect and love in the world; believe me when I say that.

But fuck you.

In the most loving kind of way, I could say that. Seriously, though.

How dare you?

I was fine before you. My life was on the right track, but you had to allow destiny to make this happen.

Everything I’ve done so far and everything that was done before me was why I’m here.

The same goes for you. Everything you’ve done. Everything you did. Everything that happened before you is the reason that you’re here. You could’ve made one decision that could’ve changed all of it.

So yea, I hate you for not allowing me to live a life with you not in it.

But that’s the way the dice roll sometimes, huh?

Everything is perfect. I mean, when I think about it. So far, it’s always worked out perfectly. What are the chances I’m even here now? Living? What are the odds we’re on this Earth at a perfect distance from the Sun?

Maybe I’ve been looking at it the wrong way. Why else would I keep thinking about it, right?

So forgive me when I have so much anger towards you.

How else would you expect me to react to giving my life the best 360? I would not be able even to imagine.