Dear You,
You may know me and I may know you and you may not know me and I may know you and also you may know me and I may not know you but that doesn't matter anyway but I'll prefer you're not family or anyone I know. If you're reading this letter or suicide note or evidence or whatever you want to call it then I'm probably dead💀. I hope you're cute though cuz I like cute people or you're this really hot guy, that'll make me feel flattered.
Beside this is a box of my mothers diaries, keep them with your life...no pun intended.
You'll probably meet some people at my funeral that call themselves my family and friends, (that is if you're not one) they'll say a lot about me, how I did this or how I did that and a lot of them will be crying (I think) but now I really don't care.
I used to be a damsel, I used to go for all the parties, wear the latest trends, go for all the competitions and I was probably one of the prettiest girls in school (I was not a bitchy person though). I used to walk round all the classes like 10 times a day and not get caught and even if I did get caught, I was a teachers' pet. I had the coolest boy on campus as my fiancé and I had the best family...a family of love and an awesome elder sister who I adored. I had everything, so you're probably wondering why I did this.
Well, to me, family was the best, they were always there for me so they meant everything to me and they always told me the truth even if it hurt (at least that was what I thought).
