3:00 am?
The best time to sneak out.
The wind?
The best calming source.
The balance?
The hardest to do right now.
The note?
The worst to write.
My wrist?
Hurts like a bitch, having to write to 2 people, pretty hard.(Like me;))
But this note hurts the worst to write.
Because you're my best friend, we said we'd do this together, but I lied, like I always do.
I'm doing it by myself because I want you to carry on, I want you to be happy finally, because I know that I was holding you back, making you do those things that I wish you didn't, that I tried to help with, but only made worse.
Tell everyone my secrets, tell them lies, I dont care, do what makes you happy, wear fucking bright pink at my funeral, if I even have one, because you want to, do what you want, not what others want.
I would write this longer, but my wrist hurts and I'm lazy, so goodbye forever.
Goodbye at the bridge by our houses, we'd meet up all the time there, where our memories are together, so when I fall, and the wind collects me, I get a flash of our memories.
So goodbye for now, I'll see you in hell.
But don't cry about this, that's bad for you.
I love you, even if you rarely say it back.
PS. Throw the bouquet at my funeral (If I have one) I wanna know whos gonna die next.:]
Oh and also, every year, place gum wrapper hearts, and penises on my grave or somewhere, maybe the bridge, I don't know, put them where you want.:)
Wait one more thing, I know you want this to end, so do I, tell everyone I said "Fuck you" scream it to the world, tell everyone, even the ones I thought I loved.
