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Dear Chace,

Today would be our one year anniversary. Did you remember it or have you forgotten about it? About me, about us?

My mother is starting to worry about me. She checks up on me every night when she thinks that I have fallen asleep. She's starting to hide all the knives and sharp objects from me. I feel so bad. I feel like I'm hurting her but I cannot help it either. My self-loathing is clawing its way up my throat and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

I want to stop hurting myself but I can't. I guess I am waiting for someone to stop me when the blade parts my skin, and say that it'll be okay. Everything will be okay.

I want you to do that Chace.

You told me that you'd always be there for me so why did you leave me like this Chace? 

I am so fucking alone and it feels like the only real thing left in me is the blood running down my arms.

Yours - V.