"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 think I’m gonna change… and grandpa was right. About everything. But I just hope I’ll get my chance to prove myself. But first I have to find out who I really am. I have to find out where I belong and who should stay in my life or whether should pass. My mind’s full of thoughts and unexplained things… I feel like I’m going to explode by thinking about it. Do you understand? I think I’m just too special for anyone… Maybe I don’t deserve love or something but I just wonder how things got like this… how can anyone be so specific? My goals are just finding my soulmate, true friends and create a real and wonderful family… Maybe my dream will become true… I just hope so.

I miss you so much, and I try to reach so much in my life right now. Mom and dad always help me with anything they said. But now I know my sisters and my little sister need them more. They say I’m brutal and that the boy I love is too old. He’s 15 almost 16, I know what you think.. that’s three years apart. Calm down, I don’t know if he’s the one either. I think I just love him so much because he’s the one taking care of me right now. I don’t want to break his heart, and I know that I need to say it to him, but I don’t even know if I’m sure. I think he knows it because now he’s acting weird to me. I’m happy that he knows it. He’s gonna hate me so much, I know. But he breaks me too. He’s sending hearts to other girls who telling him he’s cute. And I can’t say anything about it because he isn’t mine. I’m not gonna tell him about this. My English is better , the teacher said that I’m the best of my class. I want to ... Read more

i miss u everyday and miss ur voice everyday

I sometimes wonder if your death is the reason nothing seems to be right anymore. I can’t get the warmth of your blood off my hands, can’t forget your tears and the moment you took your last breath. I wish I hadn’t been there. I wish I couldn’t remember. But I am glad. Glad I was able to let you know how much I’ll always love you. Glad I don’t have any regrets. I’m sorry I can’t stop thinking about this. Can’t stop thinking and overthinking every single thing. I’m sorry I dream of joining you. Just know that I miss you and if there’s an afterlife, I hope we’ll be able to see each other again. Te extraño mucho, abuelo, bendición.

You were not the best father-in-law. You were not the best husband. But you were a decent grandfather, I guess. Honestly, I just hope you’re ok, wherever you are. I want to say sorry and thank you. I wished I got to know you even better. I wished I had the time to share both our passion in reading books. I’m thankful for the life you have given to our family. Without you, I would not be alive. Without you, I would not be experiencing the joys of what life can offer. For that, I am thankful.

I don’t feel good. I don’t. Everything sucks for me. My health isn’t getting better, I’m stucked and I feel like a burden to everyone. If I’m nota fine, I can’t live a life. Second: I feel I don’t belong in this career. I’ve tried, but I can’t… I just can’t. I don’t belong here, and my health just gets everything atte university worse. Third: No one needs me. If I wasn’t here, no one would care. Everyone is so happy with their lives and couples. And me? I have no one. Everything sucks. I feel useless, meaningless and utterly alone. Help me, please. Or give me a sign. I miss you. I’ll always love you and miss you.

(That last letter was posted at midnight on accident that\’s why it says the 21st my bad)

Happy birthday. I know it’s odd that I’m writing this to you on a site dedicated to a book that writes letters to you, but I figured I’d share.

You’re my idol. Growing up, I liked a few Nirvana songs my parents would listen to you, but I never understood the lyrics. Now that I’m older and trying to be a grunge wannabe I understand. You’ve helped me heal tremendously and I love you.

I love you so, so, so much. I wish I could’ve seen you just once. Maybe I’ll see you one day, wherever I end up.

Happy birthday, wherever you are.

i like this guy but idk if he likes me he glances at me behind my back but i cant catch him in the action of him doing it idk now i just hate myself for being alone on valentines day.

When you’re alive I always look out for the broomsticks around the house because you will use it to me as a bunal if I will do something stupid. I always hate your way of feeding us. I always hate those broomsticks and veggies. I hate your angry voice and your strictness. However, when you died due to cancer, my world fell apart. It was the first time that I felt so lost and empty. I was just a mere five year old kid but I can feel my heart breaking into tiny pieces.

Now, I’m turning 20, and the question that I keep on asking mysef keeps on bugging me. What if you’re still alive? Would my life be the same?