Dear Beetee,
I am trapped in a deep depression right now. It's bad but I'm used to it. It's made me hate being social and uncomfortable being around people. It makes me hate being around people. It makes me hate life. I often think of suicide or self harm, but then I think back to Onision's video "Why do girls cut themselves?" And the "Remember Love" tattoo on his wrists and I don't want to disappoint him, even though he doesn't know I exist because he is a famous Youtuber. And of course I want to go to Heaven and I can't do that if I commit suicide. (If your atheist, or satanist and you're reading this, don't get mad. Just chill. It's my letter, so deal with it. Please and thank you. Also, have a nice day. *CoughGodblessyouCough* Moving on.....)
But I have a lot of suppressed anger and some of it is because of you. You've changed. We were really good friends, Beetee. Then you just shut me out. It took a lot for me to stop talking to you and still, whenever I see you I become furious, yet hurt at the same time. I'm not the type of person to show my emotions, because I just see no point in it, so you'll never know how I feel. I'm not going to tell you. You just think that I think you're annoying, which isn't entirely true. But I had to make up a reason for why I wouldn't talk to you so that way you would leave me alone. But Beetee, you really have changed. This slutty, perverted girl isn't you. I hear you say things at lunch that you never would've said last year. We were good friends but now I can't even look at you. And I know you don't care about this, because to you our friendship was nothing. But if you know anything about me you know that I love all people no matter who or what they are. I don't hate anybody. So if you think I hate you, I don't. I never stopped loving you, (I said I love everyone and you're one if those everyones) I just stopped showing it. I was there to help you in your time of depression when you actually did start cutting yourself. I helped you to stop cutting. But no one is here for me. I deserve it though because I am a horrible person and people like me don't deserve sympathy. I'm pathetic. But you know what they say, "Life's tough. Get a helment." So I hope you're happy Beetee. I'm not but I don't think I can be. I can fake it. I do that all the time. But that's it. So I will remain trapped in this dark depression (waddup earlier story reference!!) Best of luck in your life. Peace.
From, Maiya
