Dear Osiris,
Do you really thi̵̢̛͖̫̠͚̺͔̗̱̬͈͉̗̯̓͐́͜ͅn̵̢̨̗͕̙͕̠̮̤͎͚̹̠̠̙̣͈̈́̓͂̽̆̐̌̓́̀͛̿̚͜k̴̲̜̤̗̇͒͊͠ ̴̨̢̹͖͚̱͎͎̖̭̦̖̯̝̥̳̌̃̽͊̑͐̀͝͠Ȋ̷̛̦͍̜͓͎̆̍͂̉̅͛͂ͅ ̸̰̥͍͕̞͎̮͖̣̙͑̏͐̋͐͋̊̀̿̓̉͗̅̎̉̚̕̕͜ͅą̵̨̪̭͍̩͇͍̟̯̖͊͜ͅͅm̵̛̜̖͚̱̖͎͐̒̈͋̒͌̄̀̏́͆̆̓̂̌̂͆͜͝ͅ ̵̡̛̛̥̠̠̪͈̪͚͔͍̣̠͕̘̈́́͑̕̚̚d̸̢̡̛̩̗̹̻̺̘̳̜̣̳͔͓̭̹͍̭̀͂̂̈́͐̀̔͊͂̀̚͜ȇ̶̖̯͓͉͔͐̓̿̄͊̂̋l̷̛̞̟̟͔̲͖̜̖̰͈̻͇̼̯͖̼͍̽͆̊̐̽̈́͌̀͛̊͜į̸̨̜͚͈͉̻̰̲̎̐̀ŗ̸͔͍̖̘̥͎̟̰͆̅̈͊͐͊̿̆̆̚̚͠ͅi̵͍͎̟͗̉ͅō̶̮̊̓͑̓͝͝ȕ̶̻̯̳̺̾͗̅͝͝s̸̡̧̖̲͈̩̣̖̳̥̐̒̾̓̿̃̐͌̀̂͆̂́̾̈͑͌̚̕͜͜?̷̡̝̦̩̝̯̟͙̆̾͠ ̷̢̧̗͍̬̘͚̪͓̥̫̣̫̞̕Į̶̨̧̨̘͍̙̞͇̻̟̻̱͚̳͙̙͈̆̈́̓̈́́̑̑̓̃̐̈́͠ͅṱ̸̨̨̡̧̛͓͈̹̹̖̳̘̹̝̠̼͇̤̗̄̀̃̀̈́͗̏͒͝ ̵̡̜̩̰͚̼͖̝̠͊̀͂̊̚p̷̛̃͒̓̿̅̏͂̅̎͊͂͛̆̉̕͜͝å̵̡̧̬̘̰̱̞͍̳̦̪̩̲̓͂̀͑̇̆̉̕͠î̶̗͙̟̘̱̥̖̋̑̓̏̍́͊̈ns me to think you would ever think of me ▇▇▇▇way.
The rain has been deluging our garden these pas̴̟̳̪̎̓̈́͘ṭ̴̻͂̕ ̵̹̙̀͋͛̀f̷̛̤̜͖̊̍̏̔̋̐͝͝é̷̡̖͍̖̤̻̞͈͂̊̇͗̋͑͆̕w̶͓͓̞͔̰̩̍ ̶̪͚͕̯̉̈d̷̢̠̈́̅͂̎͐͜͝͝à̶͍̞̏̊y̷̩̆̌͆͊̑͆̊̕͝ͅş̴̧̳̟̝̦̠͎̔͝,̶͓̬̬͎͠ ̵̧̢̗̗͓̼̭̆͜ȃ̴̬͖̋̀̓͛̈́͌̀̕n̴̨̡̡̙̠̘͚̙̳̊̊͆͌́d̸̛͉͇̞͔͍͔̬̎̒̀̈́̉̀ͅͅ ̴͎̪̀͜ị̸̧̛̠̬̫̝̮̅̍͂̈͝͝ţ̵̤̫̦́̈͐̆̇ͅ ̷̫͈̫͕̯̙̩̾͋̀̓̑̚͝ḟ̶̲̞̽̊͑͆̅̄ȩ̷̖̪͇̞̱̳͕̰̽͗̊ȩ̴̗̦͚̼̲̫̜͔̀ļ̵͉̭̪̈́̐̾͠s̸̡̻̤̗̻̠̝̣̉͊͗͐͋̚͝ ̵̰͉͇͗̀͋̾̋̇̀m̷͖̙̟͎͑̈́̌̀́̓̚ȯ̶͈̰̺̳͓̐̇̊r̷͎͙̺̳̺̥͈̜͋͗͜ë̴̦͎̤̙̤̳̜́̔͆ͅ ̸̩̺̌̈́̽͌̾͝a̶̛̳͔̳̗̙̮͈̪̖̎̉̌͛͊̈͂̃n̶̲̜̼̈́̉̈́̒̉̚d̷̺̲̘̗͂ͅ ̴̬͆͒̈́̊̾͐̊̃͊m̷̺̖̬͚̺̮͍͛̔͝ỡ̷̮̪̦̻̺̹̐̀͛̌͗͜r̸̨̻̯̦̩̎̃͗̀͐͝e̸̢͎͙̭̔̅̿͊̌̚͝͝miserable to head to work, and it's not like I have found anything anyway. I'm ti▇▇▇. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ red, and it feels like a wild goose chase, but there is no goose.
Ugh, the last time I met that Nico guy, he was going off with some girl again. My spy last t̷͈͒͛͘i̸̛̬̎̈́ḿ̵̤̯̐̈͘ę̸̬̬̹͗̿͊̋̐̿ ̶̣̙̻̜̜̠̇h̴̪̋͑a̸͇̐̓̂̔͝͝s̶̮̩̑͌̀͜͝ ̸̡̪̱̦̜̒̐̽s̵͇͇͕̭̼̣̑̓̑̉o̸̤̳͍͌͂̊m̵̙̩͙̳̤̉͑͠ę̷̛̦̜͖͋̄̓̈́̔ ̴̧͖̪̖͛͋͒̚g̸͖̥͔̒͗ỏ̴͇̇̆̚o̴̧̢̙̲̭̾̋̆͛͝d̸̰͎̠̠͎̓͛̈́ results, but honestly, ▇▇d▇▇▇▇▇el▇▇ I feel like I need more evidence.
By the way, the ▇▇uppet, I wonder how it's is doing. I ▇▇▇ked it up, since it kept bothering me. Geez, eve▇▇▇hen I s̷̡̧̧͇͖̥̣͈̬͙͇̠͇̹̔̈̄̋͛̀̅́̿̽͛̒̕͜͝͝ļ̶̡̧̨̨̢̛̞̠̤͖͔̲̪̠̳͔̞̱̭̲̮͕͇̼̝̟̗̃͋͒̂̑̒͐͑̓ͅa̶̤̺͎̺̹͉̓͂̉́̽͂̒̾̈̄͛̇̓͝p̷̢̭͎͖̝̑̄̍̇̆͋͛̋̀̂̊̈́͗͐͗̋͠p̵̢̢̢̛̫͎͔̗̬͈̪̱͔̣̥̱̥̻͚͍͌͐̓̿̇́̓̓͑̂̐̌̐̏̎̿̓̉̓͌͘̚̕͝͝͝e̷̦̟̦̰̅̈̆̋͐̎͆̓͝d̸̨̢̛̪̝͖̗͈̭̳̝̲̩̼̣̥̳̫̮̞̭̜̙̱̥͈͇̬͐̽͂͑̈̉̿͒͂̓͒͊̆̚͝ͅ ̴̳͎͍͎̣̘̗̠͔̺̤̖͎̙̮̯͉̝̩͚̼̤̝̲̺͒̓̋͌̋̈́̔̄͂́̾̚į̸̧̧̨̨̢͓̥̠̤͔̘̼̼͖̻̠̳͚̭̝̺̹͔̩͚̣̳͑̇̋̒́̎̒̉̿́͂̽̽͋̔͂̀́̋̔͂̈́͘͜t̷̨̢̡̛̰̻̳͖̪̳̤̭̣̟̞̼͈͈̹̻͕͒͒́̃̔̓͗̀͌̑̍̈́͆̓̀̔̂͘͝,̸͕͕̰̱̆͊̀͛̎̔̃͛̓̿͝ ̴̧̡̳̱̗͎̖̯̙̖̰̥̞̹͗̈́̈́̔̿́͜i̵͓̖̤̝̩̗͇̥͉̅͊̊̽̃͗̅̓̐̿̀́̀̉͘͜t still i▇▇sted on sticking by me. And it▇▇ not even scared. It pisses me off.
Just fuck off, pu▇▇et. Haha-
▇o b▇▇▇onest, I've never been this violent. I guess I just got mad when I realized ▇▇▇▇er didn't even care abou▇ me. She's always with the p▇▇pet. She makes her own two ▇▇▇s work to death, while she's off taking care of some random ▇▇ve? I feel like Ĭ̸̡̩̼̰̀̈́̆͌͛͋̚'̸͇̪̱̝̔̌̾m̵̝͙̰͂̂̃̕ ̵̣͇̘͉̝̥̊͂͋̈́̽̀n̴͙̱͌̃̕̚̕͝ó̶̊͗̐͐͝ͅt̷̘̳̺̠̔ ̸͇̔͝ḛ̸̣̭̭̔̌v̶̥̽̂̆̕e̵̞̦̯͋͆̋̐ͅn̸̢̙̫̄̃̅̏̀͑̔͠ ̶̠̂͂ḩ̸̹̒̀̒̎̃̽̽e̴̠̮̥͂̍̈́̒̒̽͋r̷̢̗͓̥͈̼̾̉̕ ̷̢͉̞̹̣̟͎̔̏̾͐̓▇̷̻͆̚▇̶͙̬̳͍̞̫̐▇̸͓̰͠▇̸̲̼̥̙̦̎̓▇̸̠̀̓̆a̶̻̻̤̲̼͌̅̿̈́̚t̷͖͇͚̀̈́̀͗̂̅ ̷̬̹̪̹̱̮͑̄̀̐̚͠t̷̨̥͎͖͐̋͝h̸͇̤̩̘̾̚͜i̶̢̯͒͋̒̈́̇͊̕s̷̪̒̇͌͛͗͋̕̚ ̴͇̳̼̝̥̙̟̈͝͝p̷̬̱͉͈͎̰̻̣̃͊̏̋ȭ̵̡̪̫͇͙̦̱͗̔͝i̶͈͖̫͊ṋ̵̥̖̣̞͇̆̋̏̌̈́t̸̩̫̺̳̪̫̏̌͗̈,̷̬͉͓͙̦̬͓̼̀͂ ̷̛̰͚̤̐͗͂̔͘ǰ̶̢̥̮̟̗̽̿̿̅̃͒̈u̴̗͉͍͈̳͛̕s̴̢͉̞̹̞͈͎̋͜t̸͓̫͛̒̎̂̔̽̓ ̵̼̙͕͖̯͍͎̰̍͐̈́͒̃͂̓̚a̶̦͖̠̫̭͆̓̌̀̉͆̾n̸̘̞̠͈̿͆̆ ̵̛̥̘̘̝̫̫̭̆̃͗̑a̷̭̯̽̏̇̔͗c̸̣̱͕̒̅̔̽̐͝͠ţ̴͓̥͉͙̬̭̓̿͆̌̀̚̕͝ͅu̴̫͓͔̓̿a̶̡͈͎̺͈̍̎͑͛ͅl̸̩̰̹̺̼̤͉̝͒͌ ̶͕͉̖̌́̀̕͘d̶͇͇̋͒͋̾̕ͅ▇̶̮̯͍̟̬̰̆̉̚▇̵͓͉͔͇̰̟̒͛̃͑̊̂͜,̸̥̣̭̓̄͂̀̄̄͘͘ ̷̩̬͙͇̉͛̔̎̋ͅď̴̨͇̄͌͒e̷̢͗̽s̷̨̤̰̟̓̌̀͑̂͘͘p̶̨̰̜͋̌ẽ̶͖̩͎̮̲̼͓̇̌ř̴̛̦̔̃́à̶͕̣̦̞̺̓̆̽͊͝ṱ̷̨̨̝̼͓͂̀̍̿̿̎̃ẹ̵̡̺̪͍͖̍͗ļ̸͎̥͒̈́̈̈́̀̏̈́̔y̴̧̛͎̖̰̫̽̀̆͂̉͘͠ ̸̫̞͈͂̈́l̷̗̜͎̹̞̍̈́o̷̡̝͉͔̬͓͌͊̅͋̌͝y̷̝̦͌ả̸̧̜̝̗́̓͒͗́̓l̶̢͐̋̈́̉̒̉̀͝ ̷̧̱͍̻̰̙͔͒͜t̸̪̤̥̹͇̥̝̋ͅo̶͇͖̔̋ ̵͚̘̹̳̘̣͍̯̐̈́̎̾̕ḩ̶̒̒͐̓͆̓▇̷͓̖͎͉̣̋̑̅͋̓s ̶̨̖̻͔͈͚̪͒̿́̉̀̿̕̚m̶̧͇̯͈̌̔̈́͑̌̍a̷̠̐̑͊͊̓s̶̝̺̠̟͈̈́̆̆̀͝t̶̹͚̎̓̄͘e̸̖̞͎͑r̴̘̻̬͑̾̅͆̎͐̏̕,̴̨͓̘̜͎̥̎͐̐͘ ̴̼͍̜̍̕͠ṱ̴̡̋͌r̷̥̗̩̠̈́ý̶̺̟̂̓̕̕i̴̫̬̬̲͔̓̀͑͗n̷̼̫͙͌̒̂͂ģ̷̢͓͎͚̘̜̗͗̚ ̵͈̞̭̺̝͔̬́t̸̗͔̭̮̩͂̓o̶̖̅̊̾̽́̉ ̴̩͎̞͚͌͑͌g̴͍̭͔͓̍̈́ŗ̴̨̖͇̖̰̮͇̎̌̆̊͠a̶̛͕͍͕͔̱̦͈͌̄̌͋̈́͘ͅs̵̝̜͚͓̓p̵̢̫̮̃̿̀̒̿̒͠͝ͅ ̴̢̰͆͋̇̆̀f̸̝̿̈̀̀̃́ǫ̵̤̘͚͉͎̯̍͠r her attention with every once in his ▇▇▇y.
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Everything is ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ at this point, I hope that self-entitled sister-obsessed ▇▇▇▇ just go kill himself.
It's funny how the maids are sǒ̵̮̣̩̠̦̖́̏͑̉̈͌̔̒̓̉̓́͊̈̽̓̀̆̋̚͘̕͝͠͠͝ ̴̢͙͓̤̰̘̗̙̻͍̱͎̼͚̥̲̠̣̪̼̩̯̝̩̬̟̽͑́͒̃͐̈̂̅͗s̶̬̠̟̳̽́c̴̢̛̯̦̝̞̺͇̗͙̣̪̰͙͈͍̠͙͔̞͍̹̦̝͎̒̈́̇́̿̀̽̆̀̆̎̂̿̄͆̎̃̅̈́̀́̆͊̒͘͝ͅą̶̛͙͇̺̦̏̓͆̓̌͊͒̾̍͂̓͗̊̚͜r̵̢̛̼͖̥͉̘͚̗̦̤͕̩̯͈͉̹̙͕̮̺͕̬͕̈́͗̉̓̐̿̑͊̈̅͗̐́̕̕͠ͅe̸̡̨̤̯͕͕͓͚̯͇͓̞͉̱̖͉̣̹̬̻̼̼̯͉͒͜͜͜ͅd̸̡̮̭̤͖̳̟̰̪͖̦̖͙̝̭̦͍̮̳̓̽̀̆́͂͌͐̀̍̒́̑̐̽͒͂͜͝ͅ ̴̡̡̣̞̺̀͋̂̄̍̏͆̇͝o̴̢̧̢̮͓̬̪̰̘̜̣̭̣̱̮̹͈͚̞͔̾͒͐̄̀̓̔̓̒̒͋̓̈́̓̂̍͆̀́̋́͗͐̽͐͐̊̇͜͜ͅͅf̵̡̢̛̈́̓̌͒̀̽̎̾͋͆͗̉̓̂̃̌̀̓̽̕͝ ̵̢̜̟̜̯̒̂̒̏͜m̸̡̱͖̼̭̰̝̱̤̥̮͈̥̋͐́̂̾͗̚͜͝͝ȩ̴̢̧͔͙̮͇̝̣̞͔͈͉̱̮̺̤̬̅̒̽̎̿̂̐͌̍̈́́̆̈̌͐͛̿̔͌̈́̍͆̿̕͜͝ͅ,̸̢̧͍͇͚̤̙͖̩̟̪̘̗͎̲͒̋͊̌̀̊͘͘̕̚͠ ̴̠͍̱͓̗̳̯̹̭̯̯̀͒̂͂̃̈̈́͆̇̏̋͛̑̈̇̒̔͗̏̌̊̋̚̕͘̚̚ẃ̶̩͖̘̺̭̖̻̬͙͓̥̱̹̥͚̗͖́̐̈́́́͜h̸̡̧̛̤̠̠̹̫̟͍͚̝̙͍̰̦̦̭̼͙̯̓͛̊̈́̽̕͠ę̵̛͙̬̖̦̲̣̰̣̳͙͐̂́̇̀̈͂̃̎̔̓̏̆͐͒̊̈̽̅̈̚͝ṋ̴̨̈́̓̆̈́̋̔̓̀͋͊̾̚͠ ̸̧̢̧̯̜̼̠̤̥͍͇̪̦͙͍̱̗̥̗̲͙͕̯̇͆ͅt̷̡̨̡͕̣̺̪̱̼̮̘̱͚̟̫͚͔̙̫̑͌̃̏̓̇̉́̎h̶̞̜̦͍̝̭̞̫͍͍͙̺̭͕̮͇̫͌̓̃̿̈́̎́͐́̊̉͒̒̅͂͂̉͊͋͗͘̕̕͝͝ȩ̴̛̛̺̜̳͔͇̝͉̳̘̪̘͉̭̣̞̞̪̮̹̂̓͌̒̎̽̅͊̿͂̿̈̈̋͌̓̑̂̅̐̃̒̕̚͜͝͝y̶̧̧̩̱̱̙̲͚͍̩̻̖͉̹͐̑́̎͋͛̋̎̅͑́̎̌́̈̏̀̀̓̃̓͌́̐͘̕͜ ̶̨̨͍̼͎̼͕͉̰̪̫͔͈̜̬̙̰͙͗̎̈̑́̈́̾̊̋́̽̆̐̍͋͌͋̈́̈̀̈́̈́͌̕̚͝ͅw̷̨͎͕͔̱̭͎͇̤͉̹̻̘͈̳͖̰̖̖̲̘͓͓̞̅̾̅̋̆̽̒́̀̀͋̅́͆̆̆̍̆͑͑̈͗́̊͘͝͠͝ȩ̸̢̛͙̹͇͙̪̜̙̟̙̱̭̘̩̟̙͕̯͊̃̀͂̈́̒̓̑̀̈́̈́̈́̆̑̓̍͒̂̓͂̃͘͜͠ͅre glaring at me a month ago.
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