Sam

First things first. I love you. So much that it manifests itself as a physical pain when we were not together, and it still does. Seeing you evey day cuts me into peices, little sobbing peices. I despise you, yet I want to spend the rest of my unnatural life with you. I would gladly give my life to extend yours, withstand grousome tourture without a whimper, be anything that you need to be with you. But you broke my heart. Every day, you don't even look at me. I used to be unshakeable in my faith, but now I hate God. Every good thing in my life He has taken away. You destroyed my heart and now I can barely function day to day. Your friend gets mad at me because I try to avoid you, saying that you cry over me. She's mad at me because I blame you for this pain. It is true. You caused this. I'm falling apart. I want you to know that this, my blood, my death, my pain, is on your hands. You are the reason that I rip open my veins. I cannot stand living this way, with this much pain, this much rage. You killed me, my love. I died for you after all. The blood staining this letter is yours, for you run through my veins, all that I think about. I am a soulless, uncaring heap of senseless mass. Sorry to everyone that this hurts.