Dear Reader,

You don't know me. I wish you did, but I have secrets too glorious to share.

Dear Reader,

You're beautiful and I never use words loosely, even if lying is second nature.

Dear Reader,

I'm lost. My thoughts constantly lead me down perilous paths away from safety.

Dear Reader,

I love feeling lost. I strive to feel worthless, pathetic, and hopeless. It's an excuse.

Dear Reader,

Excuses, excuses, excuses.

Dear Reader,

The blade kisses my skin; sweet succulent secrets spill to the floor.

Dear Reader,

I will never forgive you for the damage you have caused, even though I can only wish to hate you.