dear scott, you looked at me today. it made me want to smile. but i couldn't.
dear scott, you walked into my room today and asked what my favorite color was. it made me happy that you were talking to me, but my body was telling me not to talk.
dear scott, if you ever find these notes, they wouldn't let you be my doctor anymore. and i would be even more mental than i am now.
will be updating every few days :))