Running the risk here of sounding like a complete and total idiot, but something just occurred to me. Remember that bet we made when we first started talking? You lost. You broke your promise. I was thinking about that for a while when it happened, but I'm too much of a loser to ever say anything or stand up for myself or honestly do anything and I wouldn't say anything except I am so fucking close to the edge right now. It's been a while since we've really talked, and sometimes I wonder if maybe I tried harder to talk to you more we would still be friends like we used to be.
I love you, Jack. I miss you so much. Please, please come back. I can't make it without you.
Do you remember how fucked up I used to be? I still am. Did you forget that? Did you think I changed? Or maybe you realized that I was gone too far to be saved. I'm not sure you really ever understood how much you meant to me.
But that's okay. I'm glad you didn't. This just makes it that much easier when I'm gone. I was thinking of May, but I might not last that long. I know you'll be happier when you don't have to worry about me. I'm so sorry for being such a burden...
Farewell, My Love
Jane Doe xx