That damned blade again. This is what you do to me Logan. You put me through all this pain, and you aren't even... ALIVE.
Last night after I read your note book, I went searching. Searching for an outlet. And you Logan, I am sure of it, know what that outlet is. My blade and some alcohol. I woke up this morning to blood stained clothes and floor panels and the rancid stench of whiskey.
It wasn't until 12 that Alex came over. I was awoken by a small but shrill scream. Alex, she was standing above me. Once I understood what was going on, I begged her not to tell anyone. I don't want people knowing I want to sleep. Forever.
