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but you're the only one on my mind

July 24, 2017, thirty days since Mitch died; Mitch's birthday

My love,

Happy birthday.

I got the pills today.

I'm coming, sweetheart.

I love you so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I miss you.

I've already made two cuts on my arms. Now there's twenty-four. Just how old you were.

They're bleeding a lot. They hurt a lot.

The pills are gone now. I can feel my life slipping away. I'm going to try to hold on just to finish this note, then I'll be with you again.

To the person that finds this:

Now you know. You know that I didn't mean to kill Mitch.

I hope you don't miss me. I shouldn't be missed.

Tell all my friends I'm sorry, but I have to do this.

I'm almost there, Mitchie. I can't wait to see you again.

I'm finally coming, my love.

Yours,

Scott xx