"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

You still hit me like freezing water. Like an uncontrollable train. Like the motherfucking truth. Were you ever happy? Were you trying? Did you even care?

What would you say to me right now? What would you have said to me before? Would I be here if I had listened? (tell me what to do, who to be) I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. You didn\’t leave when you got quiet. You are still real in my dreams. I love you forever.

i love you, but i cant do this. im sorry.

Hey i miss you i wish you thought about what people said and didnt use it as a way to hurt yourself. i mean we were best friends for 9 years before you started lying to me an d keeping secrets and i mean im sorry i got angry and i wish you didnt do it hang yourself but i miss you and i hope things are better up there

Oi, G. Ainda não caiu a ficha do que aconteceu, talvez nunca caia e eu prefiro assim. Acreditar que você estava em tanta angustia a ponto de fazer o que fez é a parte mais dolorosa, pois pessoas vem e vão, mas quando elas escolhem ir, deixa tudo para trás devastado. Não duvido e não diminuo a sua dor, você pode ter se visto sem saída e isso é triste, pois existiam várias maneiras de sair do buraco, você apenas não foi paciente o suficiente, mas não estou aqui para julga-lo. A ideia desse site é muito boa e eu gostaria de estar escrevendo uma carta para um famoso que nós dois curtiamos, ou sei lá, mas já que é para você, vou falar com conhecimento e meu coração.

Deixa eu me apresentar, eu sou a sua prima pequena e ranzinza que roubava comida na cozinha de madrugada contigo e te arrebentava nos video games, você era péssimo mesmo. Eu sou a sua prima compreensiva que não ligou de compartilhar as coisas e ainda riu do quão “peralta” você conseguia ser. Eu sou a prima que cresceu tendo um irmão mais velho para soltar pipa, levar picadas de formigas, enfiar anzol ... Read more

I miss you. I wish mom and dad didn’t lie about you. They told me you were alive with our uncle. Not dead. I know how you died, and so now I understand the red spot on the tile at the last house I saw you in. I miss you so much. I feel like I lost half of my soul and identity. You were my other half, you were my twin. I miss you and dream about you every night. I love you. I wrote a letter to you, and mom and dad responded instead of you. I hate them for it. Goodbye, for the first time.

Sometimes I wish you were here having fun with me and your other sister even if you weren’t born yet I know that I miss you and wished that you weren’t, well you know what. I miss you I hope mom and dad miss you too, i really don’t know what’s on their minds anymore always screaming at me, fighting like cats and dogs. I wonder if they would changed if you were here, I love you, I love you ,L, and S (sisters) I’m probably not a good influence on them right know because i haven’t been good lately. But I hope you’re happy, and you’re with god.

hey. i don’t really know what to say, you died from cancer when i was little. so i don’t really remember you. your sister is doing well. she visited us in america last summer. she had a lovely time. i wish you were still alive. i never really got to meet you and i wonder if times would be different with you around. i’ve visited your grave in poland a couple of times. i hated it becuase i never got to cherish your life. i hope you’re doing alright up there. i hope you’re watching over me.

i miss the old me. i don’t want this to keep happening. i don’t want to have anxiety, i don’t want to be depressed, i don’t want to him to like me cuz i can’t handle someone liking me. i don’t want this. i hope that the old me can come back. the old one that would stand in the student section and cheer, rather than the new one that hides under the band bleachers and reads. i don’t want it, but i don’t know anymore. i kinda do after all.

Your music was beautiful and I knew a lot of people who felt connected o your music and were hurt by your sudden death. Arazalea is a jerk and you shouldn’t have dated her. She tried to make merch about your death and profit from your passing. I miss you and I know many people who also miss you. This is from everyone in the Goth Boy Clique that misses you and loves you. Also the music that you were working on with artists is so good! I’m going to be really sad when there’s no more new music. Long Live Lil Peep

I miss all of you so much, i always wish having more memories together. although nonno, i have never seen you i miss you. I always think how it would be my life, and my family’s life if all of you were still here now. I love you so much.