Dear B,

It lightens the dark clouds around me to know that you feel that way B but I'm afraid to say I still don't believe it. It's true, you don't know me. I'm sure that when you see me, it'll all vanish.

I've gotten worst since the first letter and I'm afraid I was too late to ask of anyone if I was going insane because I already am. I'm insane and I know it. My mind won't stop whirling around with ideas of suicide.

You have no idea how beautiful the water looks from far up. There's a bridge near where I live and due to temptation I went to it this evening. It was so beautiful and it was as if the water was yearning to feel my cold and lifeless body splash against its hard surface, breaking the thin line connecting me to life.

I didn't do it, although I wanted to. I'm not sure why my legs wouldn't budge even though my mind was screaming at me to jump. I hate myself for not jumping now. All this pain I'm feeling at this very moment would all be gone.

I have no clue as to why I'm even writing to you. When I figure it out I'll let you know.

With uncertainty,

E