One More Letter
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This isn't a story, just a collection of letters to people. Sounds strange? Yeah I know. Let me tell you a little story:
Once upon a time, there was me. I was very messed up, in many ways. I had anxiety, depression, and suicidal thoughts. But, then, I started realizing something. There were these people. They liked me and hung out with me at school, and after awhile of happy bliss I got confused by why they had yet to abandon me, as every person who hung out with me has before. They explained to me that they were my friends, and would not leave me. It took me a long time, but I eventually started to comprehend what a "friend" was, and what they do, and how to have and be one. I was ecstatic just at the thought of these people not abandoning me, and for some weird reason, they never did. I was still a very messed up person, flawed and depressed and anxious. These people understood, and helped me more than I can put in to words.
With their help, intentional and not, I learned to cope and channel these tendencies better than ever before. One of my many coping mechanisms consisted of writing letters every time my suicidal thoughts got really bad. I wrote letters to my friends, the good ones and the bad ones, and I reminded myself that these people love me.
I love them, and owe them my life.
These are the letters I've written. I truly hope they help brighten someone's day, just as they've brightened mine.
P.S. Before each letter, I may or may not write a short backstory about the friend I'm writing to. I probably won't use any of their real names either, considering they don't know I wrote these and they have accounts on Wattpad. Thanks!
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"Don't you see now why we can't be together?" I whispered at the crazy boy in front of me. "Aren't you repulsed by me? Disgusted? Dis interested? Can't you just tear my heart out and leave like any other normal teenage boy?" My voice cracked. He simply shook his head. "Sweetheart, I thought I made it clear from the first time I said it," He paused, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, and I gaped at him. "Hell of a lot, actually, so it'd be great if you stopped being salty and liked me back." "Don't you get it?" I whispered unbelievingly, "After all that, and you still don't get why I can't be with you?" He seemed relaxed, calm. Too calm for this situation. "My life doesn't involve a guy like you, Nathan. Never did. You're not my knight in shinning armor, and you aren't going to save me. This is reality, the real world. And the real world doesn't have happy endings." ---- To me, there's are six different types of crying. One; The Breakdown. Two; The Longing. Three; The Hysterical. Four; The Broken. Five; The Happy. Six; The Inevitable." ---- This short story is very depressing, I'm warning you now. It may trigger memories, or depression symptoms.
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