Rachel Shannon

but that's how things are playing out.

It's killing me inside and tearing me apart.

Depression is sinking in and I'm feeling absolute despair.

I feel that life isn't worth living.

I'm writing this to you to help me, to help you, to help us, Celeste.

The legal system, law enforcement, although it's good we have it, it cannot be trusted every time.

I don't mean to cause you any discomfort if you're feeling it now.

I sincerely hope you're feeling calm, warm, and in peace, just how you should be, just how we should be.

Only you can end this now, Celeste.

Please end this nonsense by withdrawing the order and stopping the charges against me for stalking and harassment.

Celeste.

I beg for you to please end this.

This is absolutely unnecessary.

You didn't need to go down this path to try and stop me messaging you.

For God's sake, Celeste, it was just Instagram DMs.

They weren't threatening messages.

They could have been messages from a guy in India saying I love you while eating dinner riding his moped.

You needn't have left any worries.

Celeste, you were initially, initially the focus of my attention.

Why?