Dear Dad,
I think you’ll find this soon, but I guess that’s what I intended. You never seemed to pay that much attention to me anyway. I mean, you never talked to me, we never went out and did anything fun together. I bet you didn’t even know my favorite color. But it’s okay. What’s done is done and the past is the past. Don’t blame yourself, even though it kind of was your fault…don’t take it too hard dad, but I’m finally gone, and I hope you finally notice me after all these years of not acknowledging my presence. I guess you’ll have to find me sometime. Either that, or mom will. I’m hanging from the ceiling fan in my bedroom, in case you were wondering. But you’ll probably be an hour away at work or on a business trip by the time anything is said, but it’s okay. I promise, we are all better off now that I’m not here. Tell everyone I love them and miss them, and that I’m sorry.
I love you Dad,
Sara.
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Hope you change your mind, Sara.
That scared me a little at first cuz I didn’t know how you knew my name…then I realized that I signed it >.<
I hope I change my mind too…
Have you tried calling one of the hotline numbers on here? I mean, there’s a lot of us on here who are much older or very ill and have really suffered a lifetime. Not to say you’re not hurting but 14 is so young. You have a lot of time for things to get better.
I hope you try it.
Try it as in the numbers.
🙂
I can’t do anything right now, both my rents are in the room. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fairly happy, it’s just always something that’s been in my mind since…maybe…sixth grade. I’m far from it unless something drastic happens, I pinkie Promise 🙂
Okay. I will trust your promise. Hang here anytime but just know that because you do, doesn’t mean you have to.
😉
I think it’s perfectly normal to have thoughts about death in the back of our minds, I think everyone has them because death is something we all must face but yet no one really knows what happens after.