Michelle, you have given me one things in the world that is important. Friendship. But Michelle, another thing also equally as important you didn't give; support.
You may have been there when I needed a friend but in some of my darker days than the already a dim ones you were not.
Tell you I am moving. Sorrow and support.
Tell you I'm thinking of telling Zack I like him. Encouragement.
Tell you I have depression. Acceptance.
Tell you I am suicidal. Acceptance.
Tell you I started cutting. Shock, comparison, and acceptance.
So you did give me support, but never when I needed it most. You never did anything to make me happy. You made me laugh and when I cried you would ask what happened but you never made me happy. No one did; never until Luke came along.
Sometime you told me you feel like you want to of yourself too.
And whenever you said that I got so mad. At you, and at the people saying things about you because you didn't deserve any of it. You were a nice, funny, pretty, skinny girl and no one should have said any of the terrible things they said to you. I was mad at you because you knew how serious I am about it when I say it, but you went and said it on accident because in your head you knew you didn't mean it and you even told your parents you didn't mean it in front of me. I was angry because whenever I got told the same things you got told by people who you thought were your friends also, I didn't cry in front of them, I didnt tell the teacher. I had to live through that shït every single day and you didn't even realize it.
So yes, Michelle, I am sorry that I left you in Nebraska after moved to Wisconsin but I am not sorry for calling you out on that just now. I'm also not sorry for leaving.
Maybe for te others I am because they meant a lot more to me than you did because they give all the support and everything that you did but thy didn't expect everyone to like them because they aren't perfect. I will miss you, and I did miss you, but there are others more important to me than you.
And by the way, I started cutting with a razor instead of a bobby pin. Not that you could give s u p p o r t after my death but I just wanted to inform you that obviously things did get worse.
Forever Gone,
Britt
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thirteen reasons why
Fanfiction*this is an adaption of the novel Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher, I do not own the name or the story line* Britt is a teenage girl who died on the first of January; her New Years resolution being to not make it five minutes into 2016. But, anothe...
