it means nothing to him that he invaded my fucking privacy. Obviously it wasn't meant for him to read, bc i write in metaphors that I hope no one would understand, so I don't know how someone can be mad at me for what i feel. It wasn't written to them.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my thoughts.... they were my fucking THOUGHTS