Voicemail 12, July 02, 4:49pm// It's Logan. You know what to do. *BEEP*
"Annie wants me to see a psychiatrist. I know, it's stupid right? They all think I'm insane, Logan. They all look at me as if I'm crazy, as if I'll burst into tears at any given moment. They talk to me like I need help, like I'm a fucking child—
"Of course I'm sad, of course I'm angry! My best friend and boyfriend just fucking died, how am I supposed to fucking feel?! That doesn't mean I'm some kind of maniac! They all don't understand! They don't unders—"