"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Today marks one year since you passed. One year. A whole freaking year. I wish you didn’t leave, I really do. You probably know this, but you’ve helped so many people get through hard times, me included. I’m not even sure if I’d still be here if I hadn’t found Linkin Park. Okay, I may be exaggerating a bit, but I don’t even know how to tell you how much you and Linkin Park mean to me. If you had stayed, maybe I would’ve gotten the chance to tell you in person. B ut whatever, I’m telling you now. I don’t even know if you can see this, but if you can, I – and hundreds of others – miss you. It still hurts. Sometimes I lay awake, sobbing, while listening to LP or Mike’s Post Traumatic album. I really hope you heard it from up there (the album, not the sobbing) cause it’s so good and he really misses you. We all do. I think I’ve said this like three times already. I’m not really good with ‘expressing feelings,’ and I’m sorry that this isn’t a very emotional letter, but I wish you were still here. You and everyone one else who died prematurely from an invisible battle that they never let anyone see because they were too busy filling the world with joy. None of you deserved to leave. But maybe you’re all in a better place now, away from the pain of this world. By the way, you motivate me to keep going. I’m not sure if you saw this, but few minutes ago you’re the reason I stopped from adding another mark.