Dear K,
Was there ever any chance for us?
I mean right now I'm not so sure there was ever any chance for me.
My right nostril is bleeding right now. It is my fault. I thought that my arm would stop my fist before it hit my nose. That was my fault, I should have known that I'm stronger than I let on.

I'm messed up. Right now I don't think that anyone thinks I'm worth anything.

God is the cruelest person I've ever prayed to.

Apologies for introducing myself, K.