You know, it's funny, I always write these things thinking someone will actually read them. I am severely depressed, I am at this point, sick with depression. I wanted to make my life better for years and years, I cannot escape my jail through conventional methods, I don't have anywhere to run, no one to welcome me in or someone to save me. I've been happy, I know happy. There's no more happy for me. My brain is fucked up because I took too many pills too many times. This is the last, finally... I'll be gone, poof.

I wanted to be with you all my teenage-adult life. My only dream since I was a kid was feeling love, that love you always see in movies but in real life doesn't exist. No love can bring me back anyways. If I'm gone... will you still love me?

I guess I'll never know what love is.

I lost all of my typed letters and only have physical ones so I'll spare you the headache.