Goodbye, Kitty
I hate everything I've tried to say. This is my third attempt at typing anything. I have never been sad like this, never before in my whole life. I have fought so hard not to think about Sam, but full-blown sobbing is always just a moment away. The world hasn't seemed this colorless to me since... I don't know, probably middle school, when everyone hates the world. I don't mean any disrespect to Sam, because I loved him so much, but God damn it, I don't want to feel this way anymore. I hate what I've written, but the third time's the charm; so, if it's not this I don't know what I'll write.

On an almost entirely unrelated note, at least one person in the world adores me. So, I've got that going for me.