suicide

letter no. eight

dear luke,

youve been away for three months

but it feels like youve been gone forever.

liz wants me to go to a therapist

shes lost her fucking mind if she thinks im going to see

some old man every week.

oh, and im on probation right now.

i fell asleep 103 feet away from your grave yesterday

and the police came to take me away.

they said that just because im not allowed

within 100 feet of you, it doesnt mean that i mean that i can be 103 feet away

from you and get away with it.

im not to be near you at all anymore.

i know how to solve this problem.

we'll be together. i will get to be near you

i promise

yours,

ahngie xx