dear hope,
why do i feel like this? it doesn't make sense. no sense at all.
i ran into them again. i don't know why or how, but there they were. they started again. hah, i can't get it all out of my head.
every word is like a knife, a knife that keeps stabbing at me.
you want to know the sad part, hope? i believe them. i was getting better. because of you, i was getting better.
they ruined it. again.
i'm sorry, hope. please don't be mad.
love,
heaven rae
