"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

K, I miss you. I miss you like mad. I couldn’t believe it when you, you know. I still can’t. I never spoke to you properly and I regret that. I wish you were here, so I could do everything differently. Because I would, cuz, because I know now that I love you and that your the family I want to have.

H, my friend. The girl that could make me smile, and the girl I shared so many memories with. I feel lost without you, because I know I never said goodbye. You did but I didn’t. I love you, I miss you, and all I want is to hear you sing again. Goodbye H, my friend.

Granda, it’s been so long. So long since I spoke to you, saw you, even just talked about football with you. I never said goodbye to you, sane as everyone else, but I didn’t expect it. I guess now, you know all the little secrets never told to you. Anyway Granda, I love you and I miss you and goodbye.

Granda Toms, it hasn’t been long. Feels like forever but it really hasn’t. I miss you. I miss walking into your house and seen you ... Read more

I miss you. I miss you every single day. You can’t imagine how angry I am for what you did. I just can’t accept the fact that you would be the one choosing to take your life away. That hurts so much. And if I had the chance to see you again, I would probably punch you so hard. I know life has been hard with you, and I know that you didn’t see a bright future for you, I understand. But still I wish that this wouldn’t happen. I wish that you could talk to me and I could make things better for you. But it’s too late for that. I know that with time my broken heart will heal and that I will learn to live without you. I know that maybe there will come times that I won’t wake up in the middle of the night with the thought ‘he’s dead, he’s not here anymore’ on my mind. hope that with time, I won’t be so angry anymore. I really do try to understand. But the thing that hurts so much is knowing that you must have suffered so bad, so really really bad ... Read more

I thought about writing a letter to someone famous who is now dead. But them I realized I don`t really have anything to say to any of them, and I have plenty to say to you. But now that I`m here, it`s hard to put my thought and emotion on the paper. Basically: I miss you and you shouldn`t have left me. I remember my last words to you. You were on the hospital bed, confusing the words and the letters but you were still you, and you said ‘I love you’ just as I was going out of the door. I should`ve gone back in and hugged you and forgotten about my teenage hormones and the embarrassment of having feelings, but instead I answered, from the doorway ‘You too.’ as in ‘I love you too.’. What and stupid last thing to say. I should`ve said ‘I love you too.’, because I did and I still do. When I heard that you were dead, I was already in another country, never in the world imagining that you were gone, that it was possible to. But I cried, because that`s what you do, because I do have feelings and I am not embarrassed ... Read more

I start walking on a road. A long and winding road. When I set out, I don’t know where the journey is going to end, or how long it’s going to take to get there. I don’t know how the weather’s going to be outside. I don’t know what I will see on the way. I don’t know, who my fellow travelers are going to be. I don’t even know, why I am walking! Well, the point is, I know very little apart from the fact that, I just have to keep walking.

And so I walk. And along the way, I see many wonderful, crazy, beautiful, horrid, fun, strange and new things. Sometimes, I break into a little jog, Sweat it out. At other times, I am just strolling. There are days, when the weather is just perfect. Warm sun shining on my shoulder, wind in my hair. And then there are days, when it’s overcast and raining. Sometimes I stop on the way. Sit down on a bench, admire the view. And on other days I am just too eager to get to the next pit stop. Yes, there are pit stops. Crossroads. When I get there I ... Read more

There’s so much I would like to say to you. But first of all: Thank You. Thank you for all you did for us. Thank you for fighting even when you couldn’t fight anymore, thank you for loving us and keeping us in your thoughts even when you weren’t completely there anymore. Thank you for all the love, the kisses, the hugs. Thank you for showing me when I was wrong, for being patient even when I didn’t deserve your patience. For those mornings that were ours only. For that snow ball to replace the one I had broken.

I wish you could come back and replace my feelings, because they’re broken too. I wish I could hug you and kiss you, tell you how much I miss you and love you. You left a hole in me when you left, and I miss you every day. And I’m sorry I’m not always strong, I’m sorry some days I can’t do it anymore, I just can’t get out of bed. I’m sorry I can’t be stronger.

I wish you could have been here to see me grow up. To see me graduate, to set me free. But now all I do every ... Read more

I learnt that wasn’t your real name after I watched the reconstruction of your sad story, and it kind of disappointed me, and I’ll tell you why. The last four years of your life you suffered, you suffered so tremendously and withstood so much, that I felt as if it were a little unfair that no one would get to know who the real you was.

Because you were normal, you were an everyday person who wasn’t a celebrity or in the public eye, you were a normal person with a normal life who got the worst luck, as most people do, and you soldiered through it in such a way that I felt like you DESERVED the recognition that some many celebrities do.

Ashley, you found something that a lot of girls dreamed of finding when you were 17, you found love; and for a while it was perfect, and he treated you like a princess, and he adored you, and you fell so deeply that flaws didn’t even matter anymore. Sometimes, that love turns ugly, it turns into something cruel and suffocating, and many criticized you for not getting out, some said that you should have been ... Read more

You’re not dead but you’re gone and that’s almost the same as dead. You were a good dad. You taught me how to fight, mostly just self-defense, you taught me how to make a wooden spoon, you taught me how to play soccer, you taught me how to use a bike, you taught me how to climb trees, you taught me how to fish even though I didn’t like it. Somewhere along the road, you stopped being my dad. I know that you and mom’s divorce was tough and you were unhappy for a long time – and maybe you’re still unhappy but I’m your child and I can never stop being your child, which leaves me very confused because how come you can stop being my dad when I can’t stop being your child? It makes me sad that I have to walk up the aisle someday not knowing whether you’ll be there.. Whether I want you there. We are now strangers to each other and I feel sick to my stomach when I visit your house once every sixth month. I know it’s wrong. It’s wrong of me to visit you that rarely, it’s wrong of me to feel that way ... Read more

Tu n’es pas morte mais tu as écris un livre qui m’a touché au plus profond de mon âme. Tu as une écriture exceptionnelle, tu as su rendre vivants des personnages qui sont devenus mes amis. J’ai adoré la poésie avec laquelle tu as écris. Je suis fan, vraiment. J’espère que tu vas publier un nouveau roman tout aussi génial et prenant que celui-ci. En tout cas, je tiens à te dire, qu’ici en France, ton livre est très apprécié malgré des avis négatifs. Car oui, “Love Letters To The Dead”, soit on aime, soit on aime pas. La moyenne sur Livraddict est de 16,5, ce qui est très bien. Moi, je t’ai mis 30/20 ^^ La façon d’écrire un livre sous forme de lettres à des morts a déjà été vu, mais toi tu as su l’innover. Et c’est ce qu’y m’a plu. Ta plume. Tes personnages. Ton originalité. Ta poésie. THANK YOU FOR THIS MOMENT. I LOVED YOUR BOOK. I READ HIM TWO MONTHS AGO BUT YOUR GREAT BOOK WILL STAY FOREVER IN MY MINDS.

J’ai un blog de lecture, adolisant.wordpress.com et j’ai fais une chronique sur ton magnifique livre qui m’a bouleversée. Cette chronique sous forme de lettre est ici ... Read more

I’ve done horrible things. I’ve made friends, online, friends who helped me through the bad and through everything else. I’ve gotten in trouble for having those friends, and the only thing I could think of doing was telling them I was dead, because really, that’s all I had wanted, and still want to be.

Every time I think about what I had told them, I sneak to the computer and log onto a secrete account and sit there for hours, debating whether I should tell them the truth or not. When I do go to type, I read something they said. They said that I was a wonderful person they wish wasn’t dead, and they wish was alive and talking to them. When I read that I begin to have an Anxiety attack… I don’t know how to control them… all I know is that the only way to stop them is to tell those people the truth, and if I do that, they will hate me… They will wish I was really dead.

If you’re reading this, you may think that I’m idiotic, and stupid, and I agree. I don’t know what to do… Please help.

I’m… I’m…so…so…sooo… I can’t write it..

I miss you a lot, a lot is actually an understatement because I miss you more than anything I feel like a part of me has gone away and it’s difficult for me to be myself anymore What hurts the most is just when I started opening up to you more you were gone away It’s difficult to go on but I promise I will be a person that makes you proud where ever you are I love you a lot