Dear Dan,

its been a week since you commited suicide. I've been looking for a way to stop the pain, but its hard. I've been sleeping in your room for the past 6 days, but I still havent managed to go in the bathroom since I found you in there. I haven't even thought about cleaning up the blood. I should do that.

I cut myself yesterday, and felt ashamed. I immediately thought of you...

I'm sitting here at my laptop writing this and looking at the photo of us I keep in my drawer. I bought it into your room.

Dan, please, come back.. I'ts hard. mum says my mentality has completely changed. She thinks I need to see a therapist. But It's okay. I know you'll come back one day. One day we shall meet again, my friend.

I dreamt of you last night. We cuddled, kissed, and I felt you next to me. I had the best sleep last night. I can't let go of you. Not now, not ever. I love you, danosaur... I love you.

-Phil.