Daniel,
If you're reading this, I'm sorry. Not for what I did, but for leaving you. I knew what I was doing when I swallowed the bottle of pills, I knew how it would affect you, it wasn't that I didn't care though. I was hurting so much, that that seemed to block out any other feeling. It wasn't your fault you didn't know that I wasn't hurting, I didn't want you to. I didn't want you to know I wasn't fine. I didn't want you to worry. Hopefully the plan went through and I'd be in a coffin rotting, as morbid as it sounds. I know you're gonna miss me. I know everyone's gonna miss me, but don't blame yourself. Please. If it didn't go through and I somehow made it, don't give out the rest of the letters. Hopefully I did and everyone's life would go on without me. I wasn't worth it anyway.
Corbyn
YOU ARE READING
Yellow-dorbyn
Fanfiction"I didn't know you died." "You also didn't know I was hurting."
