She looks just like you. She <i>sounds</i> just like you. I’m convinced that this is you getting back at me, paying me back for whatever I did to ruin you. You said you hated how I changed, but I didn’t. You did. You left this world of your own will and here I am, still writing letters in this notebook I’ll never get to send. Is this punishment? Is she punishment? I can’t avoid her. Not now. Why do I have to get to know people so much? The things people see in me as good qualities are just curses. I’m sorry.