Dear Ariella,
If you still liked me, I wouldn't have done a terrible thing.
I broke my razor, and I put it on my wrist.
And I kept doing that, for every time I screwed up with you.
You got back together with Fletcher today.
You don't know what it feels like, to have the person you can't live without, live fine without you, and do so with another person.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll make you jealous.
Maybe I'll even start flirting Kathy Bethakowski again.
-Lucas
