Dearest Laila,

I used to cut. My arms in middle school, legs in freshman year. I know what it's like to hate yourself but I still made you want to not exist anymore. I fucking hate myself for this.

Zoe is trying to say that everything that happened is my fault, but that's not true. We both hurt you and I'm so, so sorry. I used to be bullied but I'm trying to be invincible I became the bully.

Storytime: My eight grade girlfriend shared my nudes. Was bullied for a solid year. Got suspended.

I know what it's like to hate yourself and your life and your friends that laugh at you.

And I did it to you.

I hate myself.

Almost forgot
-Ian