september 26
6.23 am
dear myself,
it's almost funny that your suicide attempt was in the same month as his, the same week even. i wish that boy didn't talk you out of it. make you throw up all those pills. i wish he just let you die.
no one would miss you. no one would mourn you. you're a burden. your family is just punishing you for existing. they don't want you around.
you are the grime under their fingernails. the dirty gay boy who isn't even a real boy. you're a pretend boy. a make believe boy. a dissapointment to everyone around you.
it's okay. say it out loud.
no one would miss you. and you're better off that way.
stop trying,
finn
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Letters to a Boy
Non-Fictionthese are open letters to a boy who means a lot to me but i can't contact him right now ↬ lowercase intended ↬ content of letters will vary, some may be triggering ↬ please keep in mind that this is not fictional; i will be using nicknames tho...
