Dear Future Boyfriend,
This is probably my last note ever, I am struggling and I want to end my life.
I'm listening to music to end the pain but I don't know how far it will take me.
What's going to happen when the music stops? Who's going to be my comfort then?
No I do not own a razor blade, but I have knives, sharpeners, scissors, glass.
I know it's probably mean, you know I told you to hold but here I am about to give up.
I'm sorry I know I can live so much but I don't want this anymore.
So goodbye, this is the last you'll hear of me.
The girl who was supposed to be your future girlfriend,
Aleah Grace
