Dear anyone at all,
If you could know that for one day there was absolutely no possibility of you dying that day, what would you do?
Would you jump off of a cliff, or would you be like me?
I would become super existential and think of the repercussions of what the next day could mean for me. Think about it. Even if you can't die one day, that doesn't mean you can't still hurt yourself. If you maimed yourself jumping off of a cliff, that doesn't mean the injuries won't kill you the next day...
I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this, but the thoughts I've been having today brought death to mind, because if I died today I would feel incomplete. That shouldn't happen to anyone. Instead of feeling like the girl who's hidden parts of herself on the internet for anonymous eyes to read instead of her family, I'd rather die as the girl whose closest friends and family knew was confident with herself, and who was happy.
So, thank God that I haven't died yet, and I'll hope that I won't die any other time today so I can try to sort out my crazy thoughts.
For now, venting my craziness in these letters helps- even if they never get read.
Thanks, stranger(s) reading this.
YOU ARE READING
Not Sure Yet
Teen FictionA girl's letters to no one in particular about love, death, and anything else that makes her think of how life is fleeting.
