Dear friend,
I know my last letter was badly written, but I was terrified. I'm still scared but security has been raised for me. My bedroom door is now being monitored at all times, and when I asked Tweek if anyone came in while I was gone that day he said it was just the woman who brings us mail. It just makes no fucking sense. I don't get it! I don't!
I'm nervous about getting another letter. Kyle swore it was a goth, but I have this feeling it's not. I feel like it's someone else. Someone that knew of my goth phase in school.
Mail could be here any time so let's hope nothing else comes about. Kyle and Wendy are trying their best to figure out who wrote the letter. I'm not good with handwriting- the only people I know very well are Cartman, Kyle, Wendy, Kenny, and Butters. No one else.
Part of me wonders if someone is messing with me. I wonder if I should contact an old friend. Well...we were friends until he found out my friends wanted me to beat him up.
With love,
Stanley Marsh
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Dear Stan Marsh
FanficArt by: Burquillos (via tumblr) Edited to become cover by me. Stan Marsh is 19 years old and suffering from depression and self-harm. He has been for a few years now, and it's become too much. Thanks to those around him, he's on the road to recovery...
