suicide • hood

letter no. eight

dear calum,

you've been away for three months

but it feels like you've been gone forever.

anabelle wants me to go to a therapist

she's lost her fucking mind if she thinks im going to see

some old man every week.

oh, and I'm on probation right now.

I fell asleep 103 feet away from you grave yesterday

and the police came to take me away.

they said that just because im not allowed

within 100 feet of you, it doesn't mean that I can be 103 feet away

from you and get away with it.

im not to be near you at all anymore.

I know how to solve this problem.

we'll be together. I will get to be near you

I promise.

yours,

grace xx