Dear Yammy,

I'm so sorry I'm telling you this. After you came over and helped me figure out what I was feeling, I began getting these... Thoughts.

Not fantasys of Lauren and I together. No.

I think I should have taken more Anti Depressents.

I'm going to lay on the tracks today. I'm getting beautiful hallucinations of Bobby stabbing my already crushed body instead of leaving Lauren. I can't describe how amazing it sounds to be living in my hallucinations. It seems like the dream.

There's a note for you. It's going to be hidden within the others letters.

I'm sorry, Yasmine.

Not so Sincerely, Scott (DangThatsALongName)