Brandon and Jake came over this day. We cried over you Logan. We cried and cried. We didn't talk. The only noises were the cries and sniffles of us crying.
After they left, I didn't know what to do. I was so confused. I went into the bathroom where you were. I took a razor out from one of the cabinets. I broke it so there were 4 blades. I picked one up and brought it to my wrist. It hurt at first. But minutes after, it felt... ok. It didn't hurt. So i did it again and again. Unitl my wrist was covered with cuts.
My therapist says i shouldn't be writing to you, Logan. But this is how i can stay ok and not get worse.
I took the note out of my pocket where it has been ever since I had found it under your pillow. I read it again. I cried more. I shouted at the air. I shouted why did you have to leave so young? You had so much more life. This isn't fair.
