September 8th
Dear You,
Yesterday went badly. It turns out Emma was taking me to a hospital. As in psychiatrist. A shrink.
So of course, I screamed and thrashed but ended up being pulled inside, and spent two hours in there talking about "my problems." She says that I am depressed.
No fucking shit.
I hope she doesn't discover my scars. Your scars. You hurt me on the inside so I needed to remind myself by displaying it on the outside.
If I ever see you I'll show your those seven letters I embedded into my skin. I hope it will help you understand what you do to me, especially my head.
Why can't I get you out of my fucking head? You are this drug, this poison. I know you aren't good for me but I just want more. You were a risk, I have always played it safe and I fell right into your trap.
You left me but I am still apart of this sick game.
I am out of lives, and I might just quit because of you Michael.
-Andy
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-loser sam is a loser
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