Dear Chester,
I'm again experiencing the inevitable bad days of my life. They're not the worst, but I just wish it's 12 am already so I can sleep at peace. I'm angry about all the little things, and even though I have my pupper Twinkle and my boyfriend J, it's like they're not enough to go through those days. So just like the old days, I run back to you and your band. Just hearing you release your feelings through your songs helps. You just know what to say; you know how to put words for these better than me. I know what you felt was way way worse than this, we're sorry we didn't listen.
If there's a place where dead people go, I hope to meet you there, some day.
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