Goodbye Note

This is completely FICTIONAL.

Dear friend,

First of all, I want to make a note of a few things. Sometimes I would feel like you didn't care about me or how I felt, but I always knew that you did, even if you didn't like to show it. You were always keeping my spirits high when I felt at my lowest with the countless times we found ourselves without breath from laughter. I always found it quite nice that you and I would just sit and talk for hours without really doing anything. I always enjoyed that about our friendship. Also, you were really the only person with the same interests as I had that I could tolerate. That was amazing about you, I always thought. Our friendship was special to me, unlike any other that I had before. I treasured you.
Just because we might have gotten into nasty fights in the past, and things were said that shouldn't have been, doesn't mean that I cares any less about you. I wish I could take back every single thing that I had said. In any case, it's too late to tell that to your face. I feel like a phony having to apologize for the last time in writing. But I guess when I'm in a place like this, all that really matters is finalizing my life as best I can, huh?
I regret a lot of things in my life. Things I did, things I thought, and things I said. Maybe things I didn't say, too. I don't know if I ever told you much about my depression, but I suppose that's because you were never fond of talking about it. I guess that saved me a breath, yeah?
Well, I'd always had trouble with depression. I never liked talking about it in fear that nobody would care, I suppose. I honestly am terrible at plastic smiles when it comes to my depression, which is often why I would stay home from school when I was at a very dark place. Being around you and the others always made me smile, though.
I never really did have some deep dark reason for my depression, like a family member dying or child abuse. I can be thankful for that. I had a good childhood. But not all people end up happy just from being raised well, do they? I guess something just went wrong on the way up as I went my own direction. Straying on the wrong path is the reason I'm writing this.

By now, I hope you understand what this letter is, my friend. I don't know whether you'll cry or think that it's a joke. Maybe you'll do neither. I don't have an explanation as to why I'm doing this other than I can't take myself anymore, I suppose. It feels as if I've reached the point of no return from where I am. I don't want to be a downer by writing this to you, but it'd be insane to just disappear without telling my best friend. Don't bother trying to contact me or reply to this, because odds are, you won't get a response, huh? Anyways, sorry for my handwriting, my hands started trembling. It feels awfully cold in my room tonight... 
Gosh, it seems like just yesterday we hung out for the first time. How cliche can I sound? It was definitely the beginning of a great friendship. I only wish that our friendship could have brought me away from the reason I'm writing this. But it doesn't always work that way, I guess.
Sometimes I wish that we could have talked more. I wish that I would've had the guts to talk to you about this depression. Would you have listened? 

It's almost two in the morning. My time's running short to write this. I can only wonder when you'll read it. I kind of regret not being able to give this to you personally. But you probably would have called the looney bin to take me away if I did, huh? Well, I guess this is goodbye.

One more thing. Remember that it never was your fault for this. It was mine.
Goodbye, my friend.

Author's Note

This is completely fictional. Not based on any real person. This is a complete experimental writing piece. The writer is a fictional character as is the audience.

Reviews

[Caradoc]

Interesting how no where in the note, not once, are the words; death, dying, or suicide mentioned at all. Yet I got the message clearly. It almost reads like a note of one person explaining to their friend why they suddenly and without word left the country.

It didn't make me feel a particular emotion per see...but I guess it is because I am not the friend this intended for and the narrator isn't really gone. If such were the case I would probably be bawling my eyes out now though.

One thing that makes this seem so real is the way the narrator tends to wonder off to a few places during the closing part of the note. It makes the author seem alive and not fictional at all. Very well done.

I'll share a secret because it's on topic and I liked this so much. Don't be alarmed though. I have often contemplated writing such a note. For that reason this piece resonated with me, especially the part where the author tells the friend that they lack some great obvious reason for being depressed all the time.

A nice write.

[Keevan]

Why couldn't you put the author's note description AT THE TOP?! You scared me half to death until I saw that! Geez, I actually started crying! Your writing is so...I want to say "persuasive," but that's not the right word. "Convicning," maybe. Still, please put your "this is completely fictional" note at the top. I don't ever want to think that I've lost you again. :'(

[Alexis]

Since this site is being stupid again, I'll finish my first review in another on here. Seriously, I posted what I have below, and there was much more after the "What would our group be without our little Jessa?" part. So, here it is:
You're too strong of a person, with such a bright future to give up and end it.
As for the made up part of this, nice job! It was good and convincing. It would have been good for a made up character.
I suppose I could thank you for sharing this... even though it scared me and made me cry... Lol XD (I know 'lol'ing is unprofessional, but I don't care right now). Keep writing, sis! You are very, very talented.

[Alexis]

If I was home alone right now, I'd probably be crying my eyes out. But I can only cry silently lol.
This had to have been the most frightening, heart-wrenching thing I've EVER read from you. Thank God it's fictional.
If I, or any of your friends, ever found a letter like this, I'm positive that they'd start crying, too. All of us care about you. We do to the ends of the earth. What would our group be without our little Jessa?