Dear Alex,
I noticed one thing today.
Noah doesn't beat me up.
Probably because he's Spanish like me.
But he's no less.
His words are enough.
He is the one who puts all those obscene notes in my locker.
I know, I saw him do it.
I hate it.
I hate everything.
I hate my life.
I hate my body.
I hate myself.
And I hate the fact that I love you.
Love,
CHLOE