dear calum hood,
you havent texted me. ive been texting michael instead, hes been helping me when youve been hurting me. youve really been hurting me. i dont think you even know, if only you would text me. a small text, maybe a good morning peyton would be the best thing ever, it would make me so happy. it might even make me stop cutting. but no, you dont talk to me anymore.
i cant handle it anymore.
two more cuts, one for falling and one for breaking.
cal, one week till the concert. one week till i see you, one week till i break, one week till i die.
