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A letter from the dead.

Dear whoever finds this letter,

You have probably come to the realization that I am nowhere to be found, the truth is I'm actually dead. Typical I know, finding a letter from someone's room either means they ran away or killed themself because they couldn't take it anymore. The latter one is my case.

I'm sorry I was never enough, whatever I touched I destroy well at least that's what you told me. ''She'll never learn, no matter what we say.'' ''She's can't be like her sister can she?'' ''She can't make things easier for us.'' ''She's better off dead.'' Ha, ironic isn't it? Finally, I am or will be soon after I write this of course. Look I don't want to say you should mourn me because you don't have a right to and please do me a favor, don't act as if you care cause we all know you don't. Take care and do whatever, don't EVER mistreat, neglect anyone and stay away from my room. Everything I have is already gone to its rightful owner. All that is left is my leftovers that you guys can take.

With happiness of leaving this cruel world, Jenna.