Dear My Reader

I Can't Die

Melanie Martinez: Mad Hatter ^^^

Dear reader,

Hey reader! I very happy right now. One of the inmates and I just became friends! Well, as much as a friend as you can get in jail. When ever I get in trouble I get no food, he gives me half of his. He's so sweet. Pretty cute too, at least I think he would be if he took a bath. Cant really say anything about it though, I'm dirty to. Even though I don't think I'm completely over your brother, I will keep you updated. I need to move on now, don't I?

Any who, I'm very happy to tell you about how they moved the execution date up!!! Nobody wanted to touch my neck!! I would NOT take a shower. I really stink. I mean, do you even KNOW how long it's been since I've taken a shower?

It was when he died...in water. I'm sort of scare of water now. It could be your death, it would pull you under and it will keep you there... just like it did him. I loved him, you know. I never did get the chance to tell him. But I truley did. And since you you were the closest to him, I guess maybe we should talk about it. It did happen about 2 years ago, but I most definitely am not in OK with talking about yet though. Not now, I'm not in the mood. Of course, I'm never in the mood, Ha. Oh God, my minds to dirty for this.

Lets talk about something fun!!! Imma tell you a story. So, I'm so bad at cooking, that I cooked my grandma a Oreo Bacon cheese cake, and she died the next day. I don't think it was my cake though, it was just fine. I think. I hope. Eh, add that to the long list of other people I've killed. I was drunk! Don't judge me...

By the way, I thought of a way out of here. Maybe if I get drunk enough, I will cuss out one of the guards and they move the execution date closer, and I'll die. Any thing seems better than this now. I just... I don't now what to do anymore. I have no idea where my love is, he could be dead for all I know!!! I can't do this any more.

Yes....no. I'm just being irrational. I can't die! I'm only 26! I have a whole live ahead of me. And my love.... IS dead.

Do you know how many times they have peirced me with sharp metal beams, or hard wooden ones with splinters? Gosh, those suck. They have tried to kill me 286 times. I'm not kidding. I've grown up a lot since our little group was together. I'm...not the same person. I've been through hell and back, twice.

Yours truly,
Legend Sane

P.S. A friend of mine stopped smoking, drinking, overeating, and chasing women --all at the same time. It was a lovely funeral.

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Hello! Yeah, it's me again.Hey, did you notice that the line above this text makes little faces? The more you know. Anyway, this is the 3rd chapter of Dear My Reader. What do you think so far? Dieing is a little drastic, don't you think? Ha, well guess what? I get to decide what happens to him. By the way, next chapter may be more of a flash back. Ohhh, something new. Just a warning. Also, I recently found an awesome some you should listen to. Oh, and by the way, Legend is gay. If you haven't noticed.

Bye peeps!