"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

Sinto muito disser isso, mais acho que vou me juntar a você daqui a um tempo, eu não aguento mais, eu passo as noites chorando sem perceber e esperando você vir e me salvar, eu queria estar em seu apartamento vem novela com você, eu quero voltar ao tempo em que eu via os seus albuns de foto e fingia que o pó incomodava meus olhos para você me dar algodão com soro, eu sinto falta da época em que eu não sabia o quão difícil esse mundo é, eu sinto falta do seu abraço, eu sinto sua falta vó.

I don’t know what to say. I feel like the most important things are the ones you can’t say. This is actually something I should have done awhile ago. This is something I should have said awhile ago. You have taught me so much over the six years I was lucky enough to call you my friend. You were so young and so innocent and so genuine and so full of joy and so alive and I’m just happy I got to witness it firsthand. You had many accomplishments and achievements however I remember you telling me that having great friends was one of your biggest ones. And to this day I feel like there wasn’t enough dinners or shows or movie nights I wish I could have shared with you. I wish I could have told you how I really felt when you tried to hold my hand that Sunday or the way my stomach felt when you touched my back. I think I was just scared. But this letter is a regret. Because we all have regrets. We all have moments we take for granted, In cities we take for granted, With people we take for granted.

even though you never existed I kinda wish I met you. You seemed to be such an amazing girl, but you were lost, just like I am now… If you were real; I wish I could have saved you just like Laurel wished. You know, sometimes I wish to be gone too and I already tried to take my pain away just like you did but honestly, I’ve hurt so many people… I hate myself even more because of it. And I also hate myself because I couldn’t even try to save someone like you. I don’t know May… You are very missed.. I hope you’re resting in peace.

I’m so very sorry you had to leave this world so young, you were my best friend. I’ve always felt like your death was my fault becuase I could have seen the signs. We always talked about how we were gonna go to the same college and get an apartment together. I never got the chance to tell you I had a crush on you because I always thought we would have enough time to know each other better than we did yes we had been friends for 2 years but that’s really nothing. It’s hard to believe that I will never see you again and it’s been almost 5 years. I hate that we can’t experience High School together we always talked about it, we were so focused on the fututre we never thought about the present and that turned out to be the only time we had together… I do apologize that I didn’t go to your funeral I just couldn’t stand seeing your lifeless body I wanted to remember you as a fun person full of energy and life you were so smart so bright, you were amazing. I really miss you and I love ... Read more

You had to get and leave me. This book really hit home for me and reminded me how it was for me to deal with the loss. You were someone I looked up to and suddenly one day you were gone. It’s been about seven years but I still get sad. I have officially outlived you though so that’s good. I hope you are doing good up there though. I sometimes wonder what it would be like if you were still around. I miss you a lot but you just have to keep moving on.

Supongo que todas tenemos motivos para estar tristes y eso me felicidad… el hecho de que alguna manera todas seamos miserables no es tan solitario. Emily, moriste de una manera tan triste y solitaria, desearía haber estado allí para solo sonreirte y decirte que tu poesía cambia vidas. Es muy cliché. Virginia, no voy a mentir a vos llegue por tu muerte, estoy obsesionada con el suicidio y un día alguien te nombró y nombró las circunstancias de tu final… me obsesione con vos. Anne, otra suicida mas puedo ser increíblemente predecible. Sylvia, otra suicida dentro de mi club. Alfonsina, mi mas querida… no puedo evitar ser feliz cuando pienso que yo estoy pisando lugares que vos pisaste. Compartimos ciudad, pobreza, tristeza y poesía. Y por supuesto sos otra de mis suicidas. Son como mis ángeles, cuando mis ojos dd cierra puedo verlas vestidas de blanco, muy sonrientes y rezando para que mantenga la poca cordura que me queda. Las veo esperándome para unirme a su club y ser feliz en la eternidad. Mi psicolaga me dice que no debo pensar eso… pensar que la muerte es el pasaje a un mundo magnifico pero es que no puedo soportar la idea de que esto es todo, ... Read more

You died yesterday. I knew that it would happen one day, but I never could have imagined it happening so soon. You provided such light to a world submerged in darkness. A smile appeared on the face of anyone who was lucky enough to speak to you or watch you perform. You offered hope and laughter to so many people around the world.

No one will ever know how much you suffered in this life. You always made sure to make others feel happy and never let the sadness inside of you show. I know how exhausting it is to keep up that front for everyone. I know how hard it is to put on a smile and make someone else laugh when on the inside you feel so empty. I’m sorry you fought this battle alone, and you fought. Boy, did you fight.

While you may be gone from this world, know that you will live on forever. Your legacy is one full of smiles, laughter, and hope. As the Genie in Aladdin, you gave him 3 wishes and his last wish was to set you free. That’s all I wish for you. I wish you freedom and ... Read more

I’m so sorry. I just wish I could have helped you just lost yourself, and it’s so sad I’m so sorry babe.

Love letters to the dead…. Is so beautiful. It’s like you opened a window to a world where everything is upside down but everything makes perfect sense. Everything is accurate, it’s like finding a box full of letters that aren’t addressed to you (sorry stole this from Siobhan Vivian) I feel just like it all make sense. I would right so much more but there are something’s that can’t be put into words.

Truly, Anna Taylor (annatimnath@gmail.com)

I sit here now thinking about you and the time we spent together, frustrated with how you seem to encompass all my thoughts and annoyed that you’ve managed to turn me into that ‘annoying teenage girl’ who obsesses over a boy who doesn’t feel the same way.

I didn’t expect this summer to be any different from past ones, but then you came rolling in like a hurricane – fast and quick, destroying everything in your path. Striking up a conversation with you during staff week at our childhood overnight camp was one of the best accidents I’ve made. From playing a typical game of geography, to laughing about how you were at my prom and we didn’t even know it, we hit it off immediately. Things took off after that until talking to you became a part of my daily routine – the part, I soon realized, I looked most forward to, much to my dismay. I was in denial about how I felt, afraid to say the words out loud because I knew deep down that I’d only be setting myself up for failure since at the end of the day, you would always have a beautiful, ... Read more