Dear Friend,
This year is going to be a good one. At least, I hope it will. I'm starting with a clean slate: no friends, no reputation, no nothing. I'm going into high school this year, so no one will know what happened last year. It's the last year of 8th grade and I never have to see the sons of bitches that ruined my life ever again. It's been rough dealing with the bullshit people put me through, especially with you gone. Ever since you died life has sucked. The bullies got worse and the thoughts don't go away. They haven't stopped and its getting worse. I don't know what to do without you. I miss you so much; it's unbearable. I can't face this alone, but I'm going to try to make the best of it. I hope this year is better than the last, and I make new friends and make new memories.
Love,
Mikey
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Everlasting: the Letters Left Behind
Teen FictionDealing with life sucks. They know better than anyone the struggles of being a depressed, lgbt teenager. follow this story of love, life, and never giving in.
