Dear Damon,

I am afraid of myself these days. I know that no one else will be able to hurt me, but I am hurting myself in every way possible.

Self-destruction has kind of been my thing this summer.

You can try to get me back, if I ever come back, but I don't think I will ever be the same person as I was next to you.

A storm is coming, Damon. Lightning and fire and everything in between and past those two.

I hope you're ready.

Love,

Lola

Queen of New York