Letter #8
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Letter #8
Dear You,
In one of these letters I’ll be brave enough to address you by your name but seeing as we just met, I’ll stick to pronouns.
I don’t want to sound like too much of a stalker, but you… Who am I kidding, I’m dead and I’m sending you letters, this is very stalkery.
Anyway, I always wished we could have been friends, you know? Help each other out? I wanted to be there for you, even if you weren’t there for me. I remember once, in the library your shirt sleeves were pulled up. Your left wrist looked just like mine. I didn’t judge, I liked the pain too. I remember us briefly making eye contact before you rolled down your sleeves and left with all your ‘friends’.
In my next life I promise to look out for you or at least I’ll stop being in the shadows.
It’ s hard to put yourself out there when you’re ten seconds away from hurting yourself for no reason. I hope you don’t hurt yourself… Anymore. I hope you’re doing well. Hope you’re sane. Unlike the rest of us up here.
Love
Blu
- Writer
