dear luke,
remember how i keep telling you every time i have a bad day? the truth is everyday is a bad day for me. but today was an extra bad day. my wrists have fresh marks now. why am i like this luke? i always think of you and get sad. i always think of the good times we had and i wish for more, but my wishes never come true. everyday at 11:11 i wish for you. do you wish for me? probably not. maybe i shouldn't wish anymore. cause it makes me sad when my wishes don't come true.
love, sofie
