Dear my love,
My therapist is making me write in this journal. She told me to write about what ever I want so I am going to write to you my love. I should have known. It's my fault, All my fault. I was to much stuck up my ass to realize what you were going through. You tried to tell me, you tried so hard. I'm such a bitch for not listening. Your dead... And it's all because of me.
