Dear Ariella,
You'll get these letters today.
Don't bother calling me.
Because I'm dead.
I'm going to commit suicide today.
I just need to let this off my chest.
I hate Fletcher.
I hate Kathy.
I'm a jerk.
I hate myself.
And gosh, I'm so in love with your every move.
I just swallowed an entire capsule of pills,
Wow that makes you feel weird.
I need to you to promise something to me.
Make me happy.
I need you to date again.
And be happy.
And have kids one day.
And don't look back on me.
And-
(The dash shows he passed out while writing the letter. For all my TFIOS fans out there.)
