but i ain't misbehavin', no, i ain't misbehavin', told you
July 21, 2017, twenty-seven days since Mitch died
My love,
I hate you. You left me. I thought you loved me, Mitchie.
I don't hate you. I love you.
I'm so close to getting it over with.
Twenty cuts litter my arms now.
Not enough.
Yours,
Scott xx
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