Dear Ariella,
Kathy and I started dating today.
I don't like her.
I like you.
I feel bad for her,
She actually likes me.
I'm a bastard.
So I cut myself.
One day, I'm going to run out of bracelets to stack on my wrist.
I know I promised I wouldn't say this
But I love you.
And I'm sorry.
-Lucas
