Dear Jimmy,
we got married and lived happily ever after.
Not.
Michael's still in hospital, they're even contimplating putting him in a mental home until he gets 'better'. I want to try to make him better.
He doesn't deserve this, any of it.
But he's not okay.
I'm not okay. Not one fucking piece of me is okay.
I need to fix him before I can fix myself.
Maybe I'll never fix myself.
Sincerely yours,
Luke.
