I spent Sunday confused.
I was confused because for so long I had felt this crippling depression, but sometimes, sometimes I forgot that for a while.
I felt guilty.
I was a bad person.
With terrible thoughts.
I didn't deserve to be happy.
I got a message from my friend Reign.
We hadn't known each other long, but she was kind, funny, smart, and had the same taste in music as me.
Speaking of which, she had sent me a link to a song.
twenty øne piløts- The Run and Go
Reign,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. I loved the song. Thanks for sending it.
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R.S.V.P.
Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
