Dear Bully,
What did I do to you? What changed? We used to be best friends and after my mom’s funeral I can’t see how we can be again.
That’s why I hate myself for liking your hug so much, for wanting... no, craving more.
I miss you but... I miss the old you.
I sat alone in my room with the razor you gave me for a long time. I have to admit I thought about it. I would like to see my mom again.
-Your Victim
