To Alana, from Louis
you killed yourself.
it was that plain and that simple. you took those pills and ceased your suffering, without a fucking thought for anyone else. well, that was probably a lie. you always thought of someone else. it was who you were. it was written in your skin - it was in your blood. when your head hurt and your eyes stung, you'd still toss the last of your change at that homeless person sat on the side of the road and walk home.
you swam against the tide and i had envied that.
because i would always swim with the tide and there'd be no one swimming my way to catch me and change the direction. i'd depended on you to do it for me.
and i wished so fucking much that i hadn't.
Delivered - 10/07/15 - 3:14 am
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seven reasons why
Short Storywhen all you have left of someone is a breadcrumb trail as to why they ended their life, there's not much you can do not to follow it. seven letters seven reasons why.
