eliralupa

Dear Jack Jack Fuckin Twist, where do I start? I wish that I could say how I feel in words, get them down on paper instead of keeping my feelings in my head. I wish I had never kept anything in my head. I wish I had told you everything, everything I was feeling the second I realised it. Jack, you in your self are your own science, and I would like to think that I was the only expert at it, because I know you better than you do…and better than your wife did, and your kid, and that guy you told your dad your were gonna move in with. Don't worry about it Jack – I know that you only did it because you missed me…I missed you too.