Hey, _____.
I know your life was rough. But it's better now. I don't think I did anything at all, but, you say I did. You've tried suicide about 3 times, maybe even before I've met you. But, I want to say I'm proud. You overcame your obstacles, and made sure they wouldn't get to you anymore. You did the right thing, and, I don't know what to say. Of course I was surprised to hear what happened after you first said you had just cut your wrist. I had no idea what to think, but, "Oh my God. What just happened? Are you okay?" This was in February. February 16th. I'm still scared. Because you live half-way across the country. Lately, you've been saying you've been trying to sort things out, heavy thoughts going through your head. I don't know if I should say anything because you might be angry at me- something I never want. You said I didn't give up on you? I'm glad I didn't. Someone told me to give up, to think it was better for you to go, to end the suffering. I opposed greatly, but, something inside kept me going.
I was sent to the ER because of this. I couldn't give up, and because of that, I was taken from school. I was in the hospital bed, thinking, "What if she needs me? What if she's going to do it when I'm not there to help her sort through her thoughts?" And I lied to the doctors. This was my secret life. I didn't want them to find out and figure out what I've been doing. I did all that I could to make sure you're living. And you are. I was the few who didn't give up. I didn't care if you started yelling at me, telling me to give up. I ignored that. And the thing is? I've never let anyone see me cry. But, as soon as you got back from the hospital, I forced you on Skype. And I began to cry as I yelled at you to not do it again, but I didn't care. I was glad that you were alright.
Love, ______.















