I am sorry I thought you were lying when you told them you had overdosed but in my defense I though we had given away the last of the oxi’s. I told them I thought you were lying and now I don’t know how to tell them that you weren’t. After you left, the very next night, he almost died. I wonder if he wouldn’t have gotten that close if you had kept your promise to him about neither of you killing yourselves. I know I cant tell any of this to you or to anyone else. You would hate me if I understood your emotions and your motive for doing things better than you do yourself. I’m afraid I made a mistake and that if you find out, you will hate me.
