Dear Gina,
Hey, It's Jay. You're not gonna hear from me in a lonnggg time. You won't hear that catchphrase anymore. And I'm sorry for leaving you, but it's bigger than moving, changing houses, etc. It's my choice. I'm sorry, I really am sorry and I do love you, don't you ever forget that. But from time to time, everyone has to leave some time. And I chose now, August 30th, 2015 at 6:30pm. I know you hate that word, and that action and I don't blame you but I feel so empty. I'm depraved of my happiness. You didn't know this, but yes, I'm gay so you can stop teasing me about that. My parents don't understand, I don't think they ever will. You understand yes, but you have so many problems of your own, why am I gonna force mine on yours? You're a strong and smart girl, and honestly, you don't need me, you can do this yourself. Please Gina, don't make the same mistakes I made, you deserve the best life. Please, Gina, I love you too much. Live your life. Because I love and care for you. Those are my last and final words, and trust me, I mean every last letter.
See ya on the other side,
Jay
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gina
General FictionHow was I supposed to live when there's nothing to live for? *possible trigger warning*