To the perfect girl,
You're the girl who had everything- the beauty and the brains, the perfect family. Born with a golden spoon, but despite the fact that you are rich and famous, your feet are still on the ground. You almost have it all. Everything is near to perfection, but why? Why do you always cry at night?
It's a mystery. We didn't know. Yesterday, you were having fun with your friends at a party but now, when I woke up this morning, I found out that you were found dead in your condo unit. There were medicines scattered on the floor and a suicide note covered with blood.
I know you don't know me and I don't exist in your perfect world, but I am silently looking up to you, and it saddens me. It saddens me so much that I want to follow you. Now that I have done it, please tell me the reason why.
Yours and always,
Wallflower
