Dear Victim,
You're not bitch, slut or waste of space you're Sam. You're perfect you were my best friend you supported me when my father died. You helped me tie my tie, you held my hand and you told me it was okay to cry. But you can't help me now.
Now that you're gone.
I have no one to hold my hand to tell me it's okay that you're gone. I only have myself to tell me I killed you. That I'm the reason for your agony.
I really miss you Sam,
Carter.
