Don't do what I know you're going to do. Honestly, I knew that the pictures weren't of you and Rae from the very beginning. I didn't say anything though. I didn't feel like it mattered. To me atleast. You were still my bestfriend. You were still the same person. And I loved you for that. People say that we're the best of friends, and everything. They may say that, but they will never understand our relationship. I'm not scared when I'm talking to you. Everything goes away. My fears, my troubles, my worries. But now you're gone. I haven't talked to you in days, and I'm dying slowly. You were my anchor, remember? The only person to keep me breathing. And now I just feel like I'm sinking. Slowly, and deeply into suicide. It's getting harder, you know? The whole school thing. And Jarren. And my dad. It's just all too much. Too much for a weak girl like me. And I'm scared. I'm terrified for so many reasons, but none of them are because of dying. The stupid promise that we made means nothing me. You will stay alive, whether I'm breathing or not. Because I can't live knowing you did that to yourself for a girl like me; someone who is pathetic and worthless. I have no true meaning, Evan. I'm sorry that I say this, but it's the truest words I have ever told anyone. I'm tired. I'm done. And I can't do it anymore.
Please don't be angry with me, or anyone else for that matter. It was my decision. And for the record, I've always loved you. Not friendship, or family; I've truly fallen for you and everything you are.
I love you.
Goodbye, Evan.
