Dear Diana,
I know there's probably no point in writing this since we were going through the same exact thing and making the same mistakes. Just don't make this mistake.
I wanted you to know that I want you to live longer than me. I'm not talking about a year, or even five years. I wanna see you grow up and have that house on a ranch and a loving husband and three kids like you've always dreamed. You live your dream, Diana.
If you need someone to keep you comforted, go and talk to Jackson! I know, he's my best friend and all and you think it's weird that you like your best friend's best friend (That was worded weirdly) but he likes you, too! Go to him, for heaven's sake!
I'm giving you those notebooks I always wrote and doodled in. You're mentioned in there a few times and some entries are in there that need to be shared.
Your loving friend,
Nɪᴄᴏʟᴇ <3
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Suicide Letters
RandomThe last words of a 13 year old girl to the ones she loves... (fictional)