Dear Harry,

Mary stopped being my psychologist. My condition can only be treated with medication.

Don't you get it, Harry? They're going to lock me up in an asylum because of you two! But I'm not gonna let them. I'll take my letters with me. I'll make sure to fill every page, every single line of this notebook. And I expect you to read all of them.

And I know you will. And I wish you'll understand. I wish that she hasn't completely blinded you to the point if not even recognizing who truly loves you.

And I hope you'll come back.

If not, I'll come to you.

Yours,
Taylor