Dear Michael,
I can't take this anymore Michael. I can't do this. I can't.
These walls are caving in on me and I can't breathe anymore Michael. I can't continue going to school just to get shit from people, just to come home to an empty house as a reminder that I'm alone.
I can't think. I can barely write this god damned letter.
My hands are shaking and the teardrops staining this paper are just making me angrier and more upset at myself.
I'm so weak.
I can't believe that I'm so incredibly fed up with everything. I feel like an absolute piece of shit. I feel like everything is crashing down on top of me and I can't take anymore weight.
First I find out someone ratted my biggest secret out, that I self harm. Then people are telling me to just kill myself. My family leave me alone to watch the house and my friends haven't spoken a word to me, or texted me back, leaving me on read with no reply.
Now I can't belive I'm writing this damn letter with the intention of hurting myself right after I send it. It's psychopathic. It's crazy. It's absolutely mental.
But it's my way of coping and I'm sure you understand.
Lots of love,
Aleigha x
(P.S. these have been so triggering lately and I'm so sorry. I need to get this off of my chest and no one else cares, not that I think you do anyways.)