7th June 2013.

dear cam,

I don't know what to write, usually they come tumbling right out, but not today,

why can't i write?

I feel sick, Ill, tired.

the ink on the page is smearing, why can't i stop fucking crying, cam, jesus christ i'm a fucking mess cam, I won't stop crying, i can't, I wan't to, I miss you, cam, I want you to come back.

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cam?

I feel like i'm drowning, maybe i should drown, maybe i shouldn't, maybe i should close my eyes and wait, wait for you to come back, you will right cam?

I wan't it to come cam, the words.

I wan't to stop seeing a doctor.

I wan't to be happy.

We would all better then, wouldn't we?

wouldn't we?