Class Notes

"Jake,
I need someone to talk to about this, but I can't use my words. I can't even talk about this to my family nevermind you.
You don't even know me.
I wish you knew me.
But I fear that if you did...,it would destroy me. So, I write to you in class and never give them to you. At least, in that way, I feel like I am talking to someone that I feel I can trust."

"Jake,
I wish you knew me.
I also wish I knew you.
The way you were nice to me that day made me feel worth something.
I just wish the feeling had of lasted."

"Jake,
I can't handle my emotions anymore.
I can't live like this anymore.
Goodbye."

WARNING: This story may be very triggering for some. If you get triggered easily, do not read this.
MATURE: This is mature only because of triggering content