"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

I miss you. and a lot of the time I feel like I don’t have the right to miss you. Because I wasn’t as good of a friend as I should have been and I’m sorry. I treated you like a sometimes friend because half the time our friendship scared me. You had so much going on inside you that was eating you up so you decided that you didn’t want to feel those things anymore. I have so many regrets when it comes to our friendship: how when I went away to college and you stayed at home I didn’t talk to you about how that made you feel, how I hadn’t seen you in weeks because I was busy and I’m terrible at conversation not in person, how I didn’t respond to that last text you sent me the day before you ended your life.

I’m sorry you felt like the world would be better off without you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you. I’m sorry I failed to be the friend you deserved. I’m sorry for everything. I’m so sorry.