Dear Austin,
Maybe you're not supposed to love me and that's okay, but Austin, I'm crazy.. I don't think you'd want that. Even if I wasn't a complete rabbit-head, you wouldn't want some depressed freak. Yes, that's right. Depressed, suicidal, schizophrenic, cutting freak. You may care, but only as a friend. And, I'm okay with that. I'm okay with being friends. But, I wanna be more, and that's where it gets sad. That can't happen. Because you're amazing, popular, and full of life, while I'm a struggling, fat, ugly trannie that deserves death. Besides, you're not even gay. You're too nice, and I say this in the nicest way possible. But, I feel like you still don't understand. And, that's okay. You're not meant to, but it's just how I feel. Thanks for listening anyway.
Sincerely,
Alan Ashby
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Dear Austin, // Cashby
FanfictionIn which a transgender boy writes letters to his crush.
