Dear Quentin,
I can't do it anymore. I know i've said it a thousand times but i'm saying it again.
I am unable to keep up with the stress anymore.
I've got my jackleg of a boyfriend that I have to "be in love" with, i've got my appearances, i'm involved with Student Council and Volleyball and i'm on the track team and failing in debate.
I feel like I have to be someone for everyone. I can't just take a break.
I am honestly depressed. I just want to have my adventures with you. "You" being the person i've made you into whilst writing these letters. You being a person I created and never took the time to talk to in fear of distorting my "image". It's treacherous to believe a person is more than a person, and I absolutely despise myself for doing it.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Quentin - A Paper Towns Fiction
FanfictionYears later an engaged Margo Dies in a car crash. Quentin, her fiancé, is left with all her music and one thing he never dared looking in, Margo's journal filled with letters to Quentin from years past and just recently.
