i need you ~Petekey

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To: Pete Wentz
From: Mikey Way
Subject: Dead On Arrival
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Dear Pete,

First off I want to say that I don't think you're a creepy pedophile. A creepy pedophile wouldn't go on with a story about how mean people are to their friend. Honestly I thought it was nice that you googled me. Nobody really takes time to talk and get to know me so I thought your gesture was nice. I'm sorry about how people treat your friend. People are just dicks, and if they aren't dicks then they are bitches. People just don't know how to be nice to each other anymore. It's such a shame.

Anyway, My name is Micheal Way and I am 17 years old. But I hate being called Mikey, it just makes me feel so old and sophisticated. The only people that call me Micheal are my parents and bullies when they want to get my attention. Besides that, everyone calls me Mikey. Mikey just suits me better than Micheal. I live in a small town outside of Newark. If you don't know where that is, it's in New Jersey. Not to far from New York City, probably a half an hour to forty-five minute drive depending on traffic. I'm in my junior year of high school and I just want it to be over. I'm tired of sitting alone every day during lunch and having everyone take advantage of me. Every one uses me as their punching bag. If someone gets a bad grade, let's beat up Mikey way, if someone gets in a fight with a sibling, let's take our anger out on Mikey way, if someone wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, let's take our anger out on Mikey Way. Last year I got beaten up so badly that I broke my rib and had to get surgery. Every morning when I wake up to take a shower, I see the scar that the bullies caused. I will have to live with this as a reminder of how badly I was treated. Everyday I get beaten up by the same three kids, Alex, Brendon, and Dallon. Some days, I'd get lucky if I only walk away with a punch to the face. I stopped going to the nurse, she said that I'm just going to her as an excuse to get out of class.

I can't lie and say that I have never self harmed. I cut myself for the first time when I was fifteen. I'm now 3 weeks clean. Sometimes it's so hard to stay alive, I just want to be happy. Gerard and Frank are the only reasons why I'm not dead. I don't know what I would do if Gerard found me hanging from a tree. I'm Gerard's only brother and I know for a fact that if I left he would leave too. Leaving my mother with two dead sons.

I'm sorry for putting this all on you, I just needed someone to talk to. A friend, who's not forced to talk to me.
Because I feel that everyone I talk to is forced to. I feel like if Gerard and I weren't siblings, we probably wouldn't be friends. We are just so different. No wonder why we aren't as close. He spends all of his time with Frank and sometimes I feel like I'm losing him. I know he's still there and that he loves me but sometimes I wish we were able to have a Gerard-Mikey day where we would go see a movie or something. We used to do this all the time throughout middle school. But as we grew older, we grew apart from one another. I'm not really sure how to end this so I'm just going to say bye.
Bye,
Mikey