"My love, Krissy,
If you ever start to miss me, just read this. Here I will pour out my heart, my soul. I wish I could stay and live out the beautiful life we mapped out to have together, but I simply cannot. You know I've always struggled w/ suicidal thoughts and actions, but you don't know why. I suppose no one really does. No one has ever taken the time to listen to what I have to say about anything really. But you do. But then your my girlfriend too. That's what you’re supposed to do. Girl, I've caused too many people pain, uncomparable, unshakeable pain. I can't take hurting these amazing people. And you too. That ghost, oh my baby girl, that was my fault. And I never realize how bad it really hurt you to know that I'm not the person you've always thought I was. You don't do black magick, but babe I wouldn't think twice about it. It does not bother me to teach people lessons they deserve to know like to mind their own business and not fuck around w/ people I love and care about. And all is fine until I get messed up and the magick goes in the wrong direction than it is supposed to. Look, I don't care if it comes back on me, I know exactly what I do, and all is w/ reason. Don't worry about that. But ever since I found out I was pregnant, nothing has gone right. I know you don't understand what all this talk of magick is, but one day you will. Of that, I am certain. Anyways, ever since I've been pregnant, I can't meditate or focus my energies. I can't even do a simple protection spell w/ out it going awry. And I was doing a very bad, dangerous hex on someone who was fucking around w/ me at that party we went to where I got hospitalized. The whole thing went wrong, and Darling, it ended up on you. I had no spell breaker or reversal, and the hex did not have a removal. I was scared to death, bloody terrified. I know you don't understand all this magick stuff, but like I said, you will. I ended up in the hospital twice because my nerves were shot and I would fall into a deep sleep no one could wake me from. And my extreme bipolar don't help either because of the rages I end up in. My mom calls it suicidal fits. Don't ask me. Babe, I hope you know I love you and will protect you when you can't defend yourself. I am so so sorry, but this is the only way.
Jennifer Elaine Richmeier"

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.02.2013

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