I saw Sasha today, she was with another man. I confronted her, but she told me I was being stupid. She said he was just a friend. I don't know what to believe anymore. I can always believe you, that is the only thing I know. You are so perfect, and then there is me. The one who is going to kill him self. Please don't look down on me, not in life and not in death. I love you Wilma, this was never my intention.
I opened the next, without any thought. If I start to think I won't be able to read the rest.
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The Funeral
Teen FictionMy brother committed suicide. At his funeral I didn't cry, I even left early. I did this because my brother already had a funeral. And he was there for it, and he was alive. He was holding my hand. We buried an empty shoe box, it symbolized his...
