From: n.lional1990@gmail.com
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To: c.wilson1990@gmail.com
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Subject: hi & im sorry
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Dear Carrie,
I know it's been a while since we've talked and I feel bad for some reason. You can't get mad I me, I know that much, but I still feel really bad. Maybe it's because I keep thinking about what you would do if you did know I haven't talked to you in a while. I don't know, it's weird. But I know I don't feel bad when I say I haven't talked to my parents lately either. The plan, actually, was to not talk to them ever again. To let a piece of paper with my "chicken scratch" handwriting on it explain why everything happened.
So, I know I promised you. I promised you several times over the years we were best friends. You know what I'm talking about, too, but I'm still going to say it for me. I tried killing myself. I tried jumping off a building and ending my life while wearing a pretty white dress and leaving behind a piece of paper riddled with all of my last thoughts. But I didn't leave you a last thought. I didn't think anything through.
But someone saved me. A guy with wavy brown hair, freckles, and glasses. He wouldn't be your type, he's got too much of a smart guy vibe and from what I remember you don't like those types of guys. I've been staying with him because I gave up my lease and don't have a place to say. Now, if you were to respond I can imagine you saying something along the lines of a romance happening or us hooking up at least once. That's not going to happen though, because I don't want it to and it'd just be weird.
Anyway, I just needed to tell you and vent and use this as another "diary entry" sort of thing. It's been a while since I've written anything but it's still good for me to rant and clear my mind.
--Noa
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