HELP ME
IT'S HURTING SO BAD
I don't even know what to say. Greg gave me this book because he was drunk on medications at his cooky mental hospital place after
cutting up my face. This was sent to me in the mail and well, I'm disturbed. I'm fully intending on sending this back after writing this
leter in your book to you and I hope you take into account what you've done to me. There's something so distubring about you, Gregory.
The weird butterfly wings, the colombine esc Jeffet, your pseudo emo look- It's not even boarder-goth. Everything about you is... wrong.
I'm in a much better place than before now, what I did was selfish and I was way too cocky towards you. I should've left you alone
to be a complete deranged psycopathic pervert somewhere else. My face was burning, Greg. It hurt like hell. I could actually feel
my mouth splitting apart. Does that sound nice to you? You know how sharp those knives are- You would know so don't give me
any excuses that you didn't. You used them to cut the bark off of trees before Mr.know-it-all.
I was bleeding all over you and you still were punching at me. IT HURT. YOU BROKE MY JAW. I can't even move my mouth
my face is still bandaged and I'm in the hospital. You're a monster, I'm in constant agony because of your stupid childish
antics. I can't even tell my mom I'm sorry or I love her for 2 weeks. Next time I have a crying fit, I'll make sure
to whipe my tears all over this paper so you know I'm being genuine. You know what? I'll reach under the bandages
I will write your name in my blood onto the title of this chapter
of this book so you know this is not a joke and is completely genuine. Congratulations, you've beaten on a 14 year old boy to a
point where he's bleeding to death in a hospital, great job.
And in reguards to that horrible note in "Chapter 4", that's not even remotely funny.
"He shat on top of my bed. I watched as the giant turd slid right out of his imaciated fatty booty and onto my Winnie the Poo pillow.
Wow how freaking hilarious, man. Me in a life or death medical state crapping is just the peak of comedy.
"Abigale is the newest, and the hotest, and you're a butterfly freakazoid"
I never called you a "butterfly freakazoid", stop making crap up to make you seem more like a victim when I'm dying in the emergancy room.
"Fortunetly, It was much sharper than I thought"
GREG, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY FORTUNETLY? You're glad you did this to me? You're glad I'm legitimately dying?
Sounds about right, you monster. I'm no killer, the worst I've done is smacked a fly with both hands.
The worst YOU'VE done is boarderline murdered an actual child.
"he's belli is like a biig beanbeg it hang over his pants he gotta get new jeanz for hs fat belly his a fatso"
What is wrong with you? Is this some kind of sick joke? I barely eat anything and I suffer from anorexia which
you would've known if you weren't so immature that you couldn't look past your own insecurities of being fat.
My arm is basically just bone now since I can't eat anything because you broke my entire face.
My ideal weight at 14 is 105-125 lbs, I'm probably around 80 or something extremely low.
I couldn't get up and leave even if I wanted to because get dizzy I'd fall over.
I'm only alive because of this IV crap in my arm. Hopefully, I'll be dead by the time you recieve this back.
I can't even look in the mirror because I'm skeletal and definitely uglier than you've ever imagined me in your
sick fantasies. If you see me right now with all these wounds and basically a bandaged up stick-bug, It'll
scare you into the real world where other people have feelings and lives different
from
your own.
It's getting worse. The blood is spilling all over and It's starting to drench these pages.
Sharp pain in my stomache
