April 30, 1930
Dear Luke,
Tell, Dolores I say sorry because I called her a 'whore' when she visited me.
Luke, I am not angry any more, but maybe sometimes I am. Well, not totally. I do not think badly of you, well some times I do. Luke, I am not bitter anymore, I am syrupy sweet. But well it depends if I wake up in a giddy haze.
Luke, why won't you visit and why did you lie to me again? No, you haven't even made an effort. The day you 'tried to visit me' was a lie. But Luke I am not angry anymore. I don't know I like it here or not. I mean I don't talk to anybody here. Luke, can you please come visit me? I miss you. I want you to hold.
Dr. Stump told me to tell you what is happening here. Well, a negro was shot because he tried to escape. An patient tried to kill me. They claimed that I have too many problems to live. I do have too many problems. Luke, what is wrong me? I'm bipolar.
Sincerely Elliane
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the boy who cried wolf
Fanfiction'she quit on him and he cried to wolf too many times.' DISCLAIMER: please do not romanticize mental illnesses.
