Writing Letters [completed // editing]

| letter nineteen june 17 2000 |

"That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt."

                      ~john green 

Dear Angel, 

Do you believe in miracles? There once was a time that I did, as well. 

There was a time where my life was perfect, and I had no qualms with the world. But still, I didn't appreciate what I had been given. Because I was so stupid. And now the best thing I have is you. 

Maybe you don't understand, but it hurts so much. To know that I had everything, looking back. And seeing now, that I have nothing. 

Sometimes a crushing depression comes onto me, and I just want to die. So much. 

Sitting here, several bottles of liquor surrounding me, I'm writing you this letter in the hopes that I will be able to die. But I know, inevitably, that I am too much of a coward to end it all. 

See you another day, Angel. 

As always, 

Ash

hiii. i'm so sorry about the late upload. i've just been sooooooo busy. the dedication goes to cindy616 i think. -.- i  forgot her username, for the amazing cover to the side. ->>>> 

and, i want to give a shoutout to kat, i love your story sm. just go read it, it's called still into you. 

so thats all! oh, and please, please, please, comment. i really love reading all the long comments, it's sweqqy. ilyg

toodles! xx