Dear Seth,

And here I thought that I was sort of doing better. Hell I should have known. I'm so tired, it's almost 3:30 in the morning and I'm throwing up. Everything inside of me aches. My eyes, my chest (from the convulsions), my stomach, my arms, my head feels like it's swimming.

I'm so scared to go to sleep. I want to wake up in the morning. I want just one more chance to see you, to hear your voice, to fully explain myself. Fuck this. It's honestly almost too much for me to handle. But I keep going, in part, because of you.

That's all I have for now. Sorry.

p.s. I love you