Hi book, my name is Finn Matthews, I’m 17 years old and I go to school. I’m clinically depressed, according to everyone around me. I use to be happy, but now I guess I’m clearly not. I have two older siblings Scarlet and Jake. My parents don’t really talk much, they never got the courage to divorce. And my best friend Hannah Hunter killed herself last month. So, book I completely understand if you don’t want to talk to me because I guess I have a lot of baggage or because well you’re just a book and you can’t talk.
I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid of death. I don’t fear death, I don’t fear death, I’m not afraid to die. I don’t need Dr. Wilder, my mom and everyone else looking at me like I’m so fucking fragile. Hannah, if I was going to kill myself I would just do it. I’m not going to do it just because you did. I’m not you, I’m me. I’m Finn. I’m not any different from who I was before. I was always going through the same shit. People only noticed because you left. Now, my mom actually tries to talk to me, and my dad doesn’t act like I’m a huge disappointment, even though I know he’s embarrassed to introduce me to his poker playing friends. It’s too late now, I don’t need them to spark an interest in my life, when I feel like it’s already over. What the fuck is the point? No one tries to win a marathon when there is only 60 seconds left in the race, no one talks to the clinically depressed kid until he’s already decided not to live.
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Dear Hannah
Teen FictionFinn Matthews doesn't want to deal with his parents, siblings or the therapist everyone insists he needs. He does not want to go to a support group. He doesn't want to be treated any differently than how he use to. And most importantly he doesn't wa...
