I miss u.
m hurtin so bad idk hw to put into words hw bad.
e last time I hurt, e pain gave me words. dey jus poured out lik a
burst dam. lik my tears.
bt now, all I can do is curl up n cry. all e while wishin fo death.
n i'v had loads of time to envision death.
all methods of death.
i'v decided on either cut wrists or a stab to e heart.
bt a knife stab to heart doesn't actually cause a bloody mess. so mayb
e cut wrists is better.
I'm sorry.