october 19
4.21 am
and this is only the beginning
dear plusle,
i miss you so much. this week has been hell. and its only the middle of it.
how do you not struggle like i do?
i'll recap for you.
monday: found out my mom thinks i'm a psycho fat bitch who's basically just a waste of space, attempted suicide (early in the morning), failed said attempt, spent most of my monday off my fucking rocker (i was high as shit)
tuesday: was still kinda high as shit, had more than one breakdown, cried myself to sleep that morning
wenesday: watched b99 until i snorted, talked to that one guy who ruined my life
so yeah, it's been an eventful three days!
i need you right now. i really do. but i hope you're kicking major ass in bootcamp.
i love you,
finn
although it feels just like the end
YOU ARE READING
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...
