Dear Me, (written sometime before I went away)

Dear Courtney,

You deserve quite a lot of things right now. Let's begin...

That throat of yours deserves a pretty little slit. Until all the blood seeps into the ground. The soil would even spit you out. That soil wouldn't even use you as fertilizer!

You deserve to literally have your heart ripped out. It should be stabbed with the upmost force.
Your eyes should be forced open to watch the whole event. They would all laugh... Scott would volunteer to kill you bitch! They would all line up to watch the light fade from those pathetic eyes. Maybe you should end it all now to save their hands from being tainted with your blood.

So many options. Hanging, overdosing, drowning, suffocation, etc. I feel like a kid in a candy store. I don't know which to choose. Overdosing would be the most peaceful. I could drift into an endless sleep.

Always knew that I would die alone. I'm going to have such a hoarding issue when I'm older.

No one deserves a useless fuck up like you! Everyone is good at something. But, you aren't good at shit! You're horrible at everything. Have a nice life alone.

Sincerely,
Self