8 - "there's nothing you can say"

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dear matty,
it's been a year since i last wrote to you. you never replied, which i expected. i turned fifteen a few days ago.
and on the night of my birthday i tried to slit my wrists.
i'm in hospital now. mum says she can't cope with me at home and everyone agrees. so they put me in a psychiatric unit a few hours away from home. they want to deal with my 'depression'. and my self harm. and my suicidal tendencies.
i really have fûcked up now, haven't i?
you won't reply to this letter. i don't care. there's nothing you could say to make this better.
margo xx

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