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.)
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Bracelets // Mgc
FanfictionA story on how a single fangirl made her idol take off his millions of bracelets and share his troubling story with the world.