Dear bully,
I like the feeling of the rusty blade tearing through my flesh.
Dad was asleep all day.
He beat me when I was writing to you.
It's okay don't be worried he didn't see.
He wouldn't care.
I cut my wrist and thighs.
It feels good, but I know it's wrong.
You made me do this to myself.
I forgive you.
Maybe you have problems to and you take out your anger on me.
My dad does that to me.
Everyday.
I'm surprised he hasn't broken any of my weak bones.
I need to plan how to keep Lucas safe.
He's getting hurt because of me.
I'm gonna break our friendship tomorrow.
On monday.
Are you happy now.
Love,
Roxi
