Her LetterA Story by emmaHer letter, a note that he never wanted to open.
Please, Don’t take this personally.
It wasn’t you . . . you were the best thing about me. I just couldn’t handle
all the bad anymore. The hateful glares, the biased looks, it was all too much.
My life wasn’t worth living anymore. I know, I know. This is a stupid way to
say goodbye, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud. I couldn’t bear to
tell you in person, and a text or voicemail seemed too detached. So we were
left with this. You always said you liked my writing anyways. Okay. Now, how to say this? Ugh, I’m staring at this blank sheet
of paper in front of me, wondering if words will ever pop up on it. Probably
not. Maybe this letter will never be sent . . . but it will have to be. Because
my mind is made up. I’m so sorry, Jay, but every problem in my life is crushing
down on me so hard I feel like I can't physically breathe. Do you know what it’s
like to be suffocated by thoughts? It’s not fun. I guess the point of me
telling you this is that I want you to understand. I do. I want you to know why
I did it . . . why I ended my life. You know everything bad that’s ever happened to me, but I guess
it didn’t seem bad enough to be life threatening. And on their own, my problems
weren’t even worth any tears. But if you add them altogether, they were enough
to die for. Literally. I hated that people picked on me just because I didn't
wear colourful clothes, and I hated that they automatically assumed that I was
insane because I didn't think on the positive side of everything. Maybe I
would've if they had given me a chance to try. But most of all, I hated that
they judged me so harshly just because I wasn't part of their cliques. Their
shallowness repulses me. Please tell my parents I love them. Please tell my cat, and my
dog, and my fish that I loved them, too. Tell Carrie and Grace, especially
them. They need to know that I loved them, and only the way best friends can
love each other. And, please, for me, if anyone ever says anything bad about
me, restrain yourself and don't reply. Because even I didn’t think I was worth
the effort. I love you, Jay, and I always will.
-Ally. © 2011 emmaAuthor's Note
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Added on November 26, 2011Last Updated on November 26, 2011 AuthoremmaCanadaAbouti'm emma and i watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot of books and come talk to me about that i would love to talk with you also: i write things every once and a while more..Writing
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