I asked you once why you cared so much what people thought of me-of us. I constantly wondered why you would take the time to defend this sociopath-and that's just what I am, isn't it? A sociopath. As far as I can see, you were just a flatmate. So I want to ask you one more time, even though I won't get an answer. Why? why back me up every time I'm insulted? I don't need it; I am perfectly fine on my own. Before you, I was getting along great. Donovan and Anderson couldn't touch me with their harsh words. I was fine.
After you, however, I couldn't bare it. When they would say harsh words-terrible things-in your absence, I would grow angry and distant and it would take me half as long to solve the case. I needed my blogger to back me up. But why would you defend me? Why stand beside me when I did nothing but string you along?
This is killing me. I normally know why things happen, and oftentimes before the person themself knows. But I can't deduce why. That's the question of the century, right? Why.
I care what people say about you. I always will. You are my blogger, my flatmate, my doctor, my soldier, and most importantly, you are my friend. I care for you as much as you care for me and (though I know it will not accomplish anything) I pray that when this is all over, you will see that this is for the best.
-SH
"I don't have friends. Just got one."