to him.

19;

Dear, You.

The school sent me to a therapist-type person that works for the school.

They thought that there might be something I would want to talk about after what I had witnessed go on with you.

But I can't talk, at all.

And its ridiculous at how they assume that I am damaged from the whole you coughing up blood thing. And I'm fine.

I was just a little shocked and dazed and whatever. It took me by surprise and it was a good thing we were in a bathroom so I could just turn around and there was a toilet.

Things could have been messier.

Okay... that was a little too much, sorry.

I'm trying to tone down everything considering the fact that obviously you aren't okay. And I feel bad for you.

The only difference is that you don't know I feel bad for you. Cause all you know about me is that I'm a freak, and my mum cheated on my dad.

And that's a little depressing.

From, Me.