Dear Alex,
Thank you for the blades and the sleeping pills.
I found then stashed away in my bag.
My old blades were starting to wear out.
Have you heard? I weigh 75 pounds.
My ribs are visible.
My grades are slipping.
I've failed in so many of my tests.
I had to take retests.
Are you happy?
I used to ace them once.
Ryan and Justin broke my crutches.
You and Noah weren't there.
Why?
Love,
CHLOE