To Whom It May Concern
I just suddenly had to talk to Rachel, make sure she was still okay. You know the song “Stole,” sung by Kelly Rowland. Well it goes, “She could have been a movie star, never had the chance to go that far. Life was stole, now we will never know.” Oh God, Rachel is such a good person she has potential. She is going to make it, be somebody special someday. I will not let them talk about her like in that song, she needs someone right now and I will be her friend.
I walked to Rachel’s house. The one place where I thought I could go and be okay, and talk to the only person that cares about me again. The cars were there, but no one answered the door for me. I deserved that. I left her behind already; she has every right to leave me now even though I wanted to be her friend again. I used to always stay at her house, I practically lived there, but now my mom will not even allow me to call her. Of course, I cannot go back and nothing is ever going to be the same. I went to my house, but it was an empty home. I've never been so completely alone.
Allison Schultz, my Blurble, you were my best friend in all the in-between times. You were so great; I can never thank you enough. You have said I should not be sorry for things I have not done, but all this is my fault and I am sorry. You said that I always try to make people happy even when I am not because I think of them before myself. Blurbs, you also said that I should stop trying to make everyone happy and just have fun. I cannot do that. I will not let my friends be sad. Thank you, Blurble, for being a good friend. Rachel Reichwage, you were my best friend. You are not anymore, but in some sense, you always will be. I will miss you, but there is no going back. Memories are no longer the same. We cannot go back. I have no right to drag you through more problems. God, I hope you do well though. Please remember that I am still there for you and I will always care. I would never forgive myself if they talk of you in past tense. Live, for all the great things out there you have not yet discovered. You will always have my tears and best wishes.
I am afraid of the dark. The dark means not knowing what is there or what is going to happen. I am even more afraid of being alone.
I do not want anyone to care about me. I am a bad person. Nothing can change who I am.
I walked to Rachel’s house. The one place where I thought I could go and be okay, and talk to the only person that cares about me again. The cars were there, but no one answered the door for me. I deserved that. I left her behind already; she has every right to leave me now even though I wanted to be her friend again. I used to always stay at her house, I practically lived there, but now my mom will not even allow me to call her. Of course, I cannot go back and nothing is ever going to be the same. I went to my house, but it was an empty home. I've never been so completely alone.
Allison Schultz, my Blurble, you were my best friend in all the in-between times. You were so great; I can never thank you enough. You have said I should not be sorry for things I have not done, but all this is my fault and I am sorry. You said that I always try to make people happy even when I am not because I think of them before myself. Blurbs, you also said that I should stop trying to make everyone happy and just have fun. I cannot do that. I will not let my friends be sad. Thank you, Blurble, for being a good friend. Rachel Reichwage, you were my best friend. You are not anymore, but in some sense, you always will be. I will miss you, but there is no going back. Memories are no longer the same. We cannot go back. I have no right to drag you through more problems. God, I hope you do well though. Please remember that I am still there for you and I will always care. I would never forgive myself if they talk of you in past tense. Live, for all the great things out there you have not yet discovered. You will always have my tears and best wishes.
I am afraid of the dark. The dark means not knowing what is there or what is going to happen. I am even more afraid of being alone.
I do not want anyone to care about me. I am a bad person. Nothing can change who I am.