I wish I could tell you everything. I wish I could just sit down and pour my heart out. Out of all the people I know, it's you who I'd go to. I would tell you about the hunger and the fasting, and the throwing up, I would show you the cigarette burns on my arms and explain how each of them came about. It's so lonely to  be alone in this, and have no one suspect a thing. The lying has become so easy. The lying is the fun part about it.

I wish you had realized, but you didn't see a thing. I guess being alone is a part of fragile.