Dear Jack

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Dear Jack,

I've stopped eating an I've starting being reckless because if I'm going to die its going to be by my own hand, and I know you'd probably punch me in the face if you could, but you can't because you're dead and I hate it and I really need someone to punch me right now.
You'd probably tell me to stop talking out of my ass and that all of the voices in my head aren't real and that I'm loved and that I need to just go along with the life that was planned out for me, but that's the thing, my life wasn't planned, I wasn't planned. The only reason I'm here is because my parents were 15 and stupid and didn't use a condom and that's all I'll ever be; just the product of a one night stand gone wrong. I'm not supposed to be here, you're supposed to be here and your not and god fucking dammit why aren't you here!? I'm high and I'm crying and I just want to fucking die and I can't and fuck.

I miss you Jack. I miss you a lot.

Why did you have to be driving that night?

Love, Alex

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Wow I took forever to update, I'm so sorry.

This sucks.