Then I found out you existed and I couldn’t enjoy life anymore. It took one pull at my heart strings and now I’m clinically obsessed, mentally ill and addicted. I was thinking about admitting myself for therapy, but I can’t go through the torture of talking about you in every session. I’m going to write you a letter and see if you feel the same. If you do, I won’t have to kill myself and be a creep by following you everywhere you go. Instead, I can do all of that legally and you would find it cute.