Dear Blake
My mom thinks I'm depressed.I know that she's right but I just deny it.I'm depressed for a year. I just want to die. I'm afraid that I'll hurt her but I know thats the only way to see you again.I still remember that night like it was yesterday.
The quilt never left my heart.Its all my fault..Its my fault you left me,its my fault you died...
Love,Cassie
