Guess what?
I need help.
Like...psychiatric help. NOW.
Yes, James...I realize it, too.
It's because of all those nights I spent crying over you. All those nights I wish I were dead. And no, it's not just Jason, either. I've got a pretty fucked family life. [Obviously] I mean, both my parents smoke, my mom totally drinks. A lot. And my dad deffinatley has a gambling problem. Lest we forget, he's a heartless bastard.
There's reason numero uno.
Two is Jason Cord, the old love of my life. Enough said.
Three is that...well, no one loves me. And don't give me the old Dad speech. "You don't need someone to be happy. All your friends love you. I love you"
No one cares, Dad.
I'm 17.
I've never know what love is, if it wasn't what Jason had given me.
So, there's your update into my life.
Treasure it, because you may never see me again.
