dear john,
sometimes i think you're the only one in real life who gives a damn about me. because it sure as hell seems like no one else does.
i almost broke down to you earlier. i was so tempted to cut...but i'm thirty-five days clean, remember? the longest i've gone all year. (thanks to you.)
i worked out we might meet each other in just under two weeks. but the messed up thing is, i'm not sure i want to.
that doesn't mean i don't love you, right?
love, me.
