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Dear Chace,

I did something bad today. I don't want your opinion of me - if you even have one - to change after you hear it. 

I cut my wrist. 

I know it is not the right thing to do but I was so tired of hating myself, my life and everyone in it. My world seems devoid of anything without you. Cutting my wrist hurt me but I got a weird feeling to it too. I liked it. The pain, the agony, I liked it oh so much. It felt good to feel something after such a long time.

You won't think lowly of me if you find out that I cut myself, will you?

I hope you don't Chace. I don't want you to.

Yours - V.