#hey bitch.

[askchestermckee]

Btw I'm proud to have the hey bitch tag used on me. Amen. Maybe I should've stayed off anon for this

P.O. BOX 214, WASHINGTON HEIGHTS

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

Hey, hey, hey now. You gotta earn the hey bitch tag.

[spamtonromantic]

[rottweilerrr]

     It’s been almost a month now, and each day he remembered her differently; it was easy, at first, to not speak to her when the anger was still hot and blistering, scratching the inside of his chest whenever he just thought about doing so. Then, when he started noticing the lack of routine, the lack of this particular person to talk to, it became more difficult. After that, it was easier again, because the world doesn’t stop turning and things don’t stop happening, either, which makes him forget a lot about her.

At 2 A.M. on a Sunday, however, still in the aftermath of a party, he feels like reconciling. So he retrieves her number from the list of old missed calls and writes:

     [ text: 2:03 ]  how u doin

@raisedthishell

[askchestermckee]

But please! I'll give you all the shoelaces and clomping in the sheets you could ever need! ☹️

We could break it down on the dance floor...just you and me,,

P.O. BOX 214, WASHINGTON HEIGHTS C/O CHESTER MCKEE

Maybe I don't feel like dancin', even if I find nothin' better to do. Bitch.

[askchestermckee]

Oh, Mr. Mckee, won't you let the shoes have a chance with you? 🥺💗

P.O. BOX 214, WASHINGTON HEIGHTS

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

[askchestermckee]

I give a shit but not enough to talk someone down from Suicide pt 2. I am NOT qualified to be a man's therapist. Just. Take that thinking time seriously. Or I swear to God.

P.O. BOX 214, WASHINGTON HEIGHTS

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

“I am not qualified to be a man’s therapist”

AND I FUCKING AM?

I’ve been trying to tell everyone that since the goddamn beginning!!! Just because people keep coming to me to fix their fucking lives and help them become themselves does NOT mean I’m qualified!

I’m just a fucking faggot! I invited a new divorcee over to fuck his brains out and so fucking what if I ended up loving him? It’s over. Get over it. Jesus christ. You’re not entitled to my fucking downfall.

[askchestermckee]

P.O. BOX 214, WASHINGTON HEIGHTS

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

Me right now.

Whoever thought it would be cute to send that last letter, you’re not cute! You’re ugly! Just truly and deeply unbeautiful.

It’s already been turned to paper dolls for Pammy but like. Don’t do that.

[askchestermckee]

"What the fuck else would you have me do?"

Actually talk. Sure it might not do much, but. C'mon. "Whatever" is NOT helping how he's unhappy. and if it DOES do something. It never hurts. Better than your sorry ass running away

P.O. BOX 214, WASHINGTON HEIGHTS

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

And what if you minded your own fucking business, you nosy, busy-body ass piece of shit?

Leave me the fuck alone to figure this out. Maybe go talk Tom down from whatever ledge I’m sure he’s on right now if you really give a shit.