8/3/14
Dear Michael,
It's Day 7. So I've made it a week.
Sorry for my messed up handwriting, but my leg isn't the best surface to write on.
Right now I'm at a church camp. I came here last year and the messages hit hard. But it seems like this year is going to be different.
Church to me is confusing. Like I hear what they say but when I try to process it my mind goes blank. It's kind of frustrating actually.
Okay enough with church and all of that because I don't want to think about it.
To be honest no matter how many people are here I just feel alone. I am utterly alone. And it hurts to know that you probably don't care about me.
No one ever cares about me.
I mean I scare myself.
If you take one look at my dark side you'll go running off. That's why I don't like to get attached to people, because as soon as you trust them with your secrets they leave. And I'm tired of that.
But even if you did I would still love you.
That's just it, I'll always love you.
So this letter may be short but I hope you get the point.
I'll love you no matter how much you wreck me.
Yours Truly,
K
