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12/11/14

brendan,

its been a week with out you.

one whole fucking week. seven days. with out you.

my lifes a wreck and i have to go back to school tomorrow.

i wish i was with you.

i doubt no one would miss me. you would be the only person to miss me and your gone.

it feels so weird saying that, your gone.

and i will never ever see you again.

i cleaned out your room two days ago, i found them. and ive been doing it a lot recently.

cutting.

it helps, it really does.

its my only other escape. you used to fill that void.

you used to be my escape, until you left.

why'd you leave brendan?

why?

madds -- whos sorry for the blood/tear stains on the paper.

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