Dear whomever this may concern,
I’m sorry you were the one to find this. Sorry you had to read this letter from a dead person. Sorry that I wasn’t strong enough to stay alive. I’m just… really sorry. I guess the bullshit just ended up being too much for me. If your name isn’t below then you weren’t important enough to be mentioned. That’s neither a good nor bad thing. Live with it.
To J: We had a good ten years. Eleven this summer, wasn’t it? I’m sorry we grew apart, I wish we stayed closer, but at least now this won’t affect you as much. Don’t worry about it though. I’m sure you, A, O, and C won’t even notice I’m gone. You don’t need me hanging around in the back of the bus, listening. I never meant that much. I hope you go far in life, and I’m sure you’ll do great things.
To Mom: Don’t blame yourself. You did everything you could, I’m just too screwed up to be saved. I love you.
To Dad: I’m sorry… I Love you.
To my sister: I’m sorry we didn’t stay like this, but I’m tired and I want to sleep. Guess you’ll have to be the one to provide for mom and dad now. Make sure their okay, for me. I love you.
To the rest of my friends: I love you all more than you could ever know. But you don’t love me as much, and that’s okay. None of you are the reason I’m dead. I’m the reason I’m dead. I’m a pathetic excuse for a person, and a friend, and why you put up with me for all these years confuses me. But you won’t have to put up with me anymore. You are all amazing people, and I wish you the best of luck in life.
Have an okay year, and a great life,
Kieran Sheehan, A screwed up teenager, but aren’t we all?
2 comments
Rest in peace ?
could we, maybe, talk about this?
can you tell me what’s wrong?