Dear— well whatever you were to me,
You really looked for attention darling, and that is what you got. You got my attention, you got his attention. You got the special attention, whether you wanted it or not.
You probably will end up seeing this, but I feel like I have to say this— how stupid were you as to slit not only your wrists, but to damn your beautiful body to scars. Many people will say that scars make you who you are, but only you can make you who you are.
So many problems were caused by the attention that you wanted. But if it weren't for you, I would not have talked to him. I would not have the friends that I have, but then again, maybe the heartache that he caused was not needed.
I give my apologies that this is not well written as my anxiety is at its highest.
Sincerely,
well
me