Dear First Love,
It’s now been two weeks since I broke up with you. I think that’s how I’m going to measure the date from now on.
I’m beginning to doubt myself. Is this the only way to stop you from getting hurt? Is this really how I want to end things? Is this really... going to save you from the pain that will follow my death? But you have a new girlfriend now. Ellie. So does that mean you’ve moved on? It hurts to know that you have, but it’s for the better. I know that.
Honestly, I’m so scared to die. I’m so scared to go to school tomorrow and have to keep doing these things to you. I’m so scared to face all those disdainful glares tomorrow from people who I once used to talk and joke around with. I’m so scared that all this effort, all this pain, will amount to nothing.
I’ve asked
