Dear Monica,
Hi. How are you?
I am fine, just a minute of your time.
I have some things I need to say.
Mom and Dad aren't okay.
As I try to figure out what to write to you about,
How i hate my life,
How i hate myself,
And I wish he'd just...
A stabbing pain in my wrists and temples as I write.
I just started to pour out everything,
I'm not asking you for your sympathy.
Tonight, this is for me.
Regards.
Regards.
-Joe (these words ripped out of myself.)
P.S. I will get free tonight.