Dear Jenny,
Hi, sweetie.
I'm sorry it took so long to write you. The boys have been taking me to a therapist. Do you really think I need it? I'm fine. Don't they understand that?
Anyway, can you believe it? Its been a whole fucking month since it happened. Cancer sucks. It really, truly does.
I've been up and out of bed, more. I've just been sitting at a little desk thing. But, its better than sleeping all day, right? And I did all by myself. The therapist didn't tell me. The boys didn't tell me.
Well, actually..Its hard to say, but what I first got out of bed to do, was write a suicide note.. I was gonna do it. I sat at that desk for five fucking hours with a pen in my hand, and a piece of paper laying in front of me. I started thinking of you, and I started crying. I soaked the paper, so I had to get another one. I had planned everything out before. What I would use. What I'd put on the paper. Where I would do it. When. Everything. It all seemed so perfect. Like a perfect escape. A perfect little getaway. It would have been nice. I would be able to see you again. It just seemed so right.
YOU ARE READING
Jenny.
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