You know how broken my heart is seeing you with him? Sleeping with him, him touching you, him kissing you, him being able to do anything to you—it all tears me apart. Each and every night, that thought comes and I hate it. I despise it so much! It makes me depressed. You didn't know that I spent days in a psychiatric ward treating my depression. I feel terrible. I am so weak that I almost considered shooting myself in the head. Maybe that is the only way I can stop thinking about you.
(Undated note)
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The anger that I hold in my heart