i n d y l u l u

3.2

DEAR LITTLE BIRDY,

It's really cold behind these walls. Im alone here, but that only makes me feel better about myself. I decided that maybe I do need help. Mum was elated but I think my mind is dying.

I think Im dying.

My thoughts, my dreams...you. All I see in my mind is static.

Like a t.v with no signal.

Lucy.