[april 23rd, 2015]
dear blue,
it's been a little while since we've last talked, and i know. i guess you probably thought i left to ignore you but i didn't. i...i actually miss you.
the thing is, i've been getting more depressed lately. it's an on-and-off sort of routine but it's getting pretty serious, and i'm so scared. i've done it, blue.
i have cut myself.
sure, my friends are a big help. add my grandparents's dog to the list but i can't. i am a weak being, blue, and i give up. i am going to die sooner - cuts or no cuts and with or without depression - but i just want to die now. i've been strong for too long, blue, and i don't think i still have it in me to hold on a little longer.
i'm sorry.
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Blue
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