"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 grew up watching you on TV. Glee was my favorite show out there. It showed how outcasts could have something all of their own and fit into a group where they belonged. I always wanted a Glee Club at my school. I’ve never been the best at singing, but I constantly find myself doing it and it’s one of the few things that genuinely makes me happy. I still remember the day I found out you left this world. I was driving home with my mom and sister from school and my sister read an article that said you died of a drug overdose. A mixture of heroin and alcohol. Most times when I hear of drug overdoses I consider it suicide. Surely people know what they are doing and what the risks are of taking hard drugs. That’s probably why they take them. They want something to take away the pain, but don’t people to think they are killing themselves so they drug themselves to cover it up. I think that’s what happened with you. Maybe everything was too much and you needed a way out. Using heroin is stupid, and then adding alcohol into your bloodstream besides ... Read more

Os dias passaram e não houve um deles que eu não tenha pensado em você. Tenho visto você em outras pessoas e desejado que tenha sido um engano, que você esteja ali e não tenha acontecido isso. Pensar na sua morte como aconteceu, entristece a qualquer um, pois não acho que alguém mereça passar por tanta dor ao ponto de fazer o que você fez. As feridas vão cicatrizar, eu sei que vão e algumas vezes eu sinto culpa por saber que a minha vida continua e um dia eu posso acordar sem pensar em você em um só segundo do meu dia. Passamos por muitas juntos e muitas delas ficaram marcadas no meu corpo, mas nenhuma delas causou tanto estrago como te perder, irmão. Você não foi neu irmão de sangue, mas nossa proximidade foi tanta que não consigo pensar diferente. Você foi incrível e agora é tarde para dizer isso, então peço que me perdoe se eu não disse isso o suficiente. Não pedirei perdão pelo que passamos, pois não me arrependo de nenhum momento contigo, tudo foi genuíno e eu não mudaria nada, apenas se tivesse a chance de te salvar, ai eu faria diferente. Não consigo lembrar ... Read more

Yesterday I did one of the biggest steps to find my truly self. Because I was reading this and it made me to think about it. About me and why I am still feel so empty a lost. I went to a chat room for someone who feel some kind of fear and things something like that. Later that night I was crying, because I was feeling so lost. So unhappy. Today I went to that chat room again. They told me that I have to find some real help. But I don’t know. I am not sure I wanna do that. I know that if I know you, you could help me, because I think you were so smart. Like not the way, that you were smart as a doctor, dentist or this but the way you know, what’s real. And I know, you could help me. I think I am still feeling like Yoko. When she lost you. Because I lost a very important person of my life and I don’t know what to do. I am pretty sure Yoko felt so much pain. Like she had (or still has) a hole in her chest, where chaos, depression, your death, live. And that ... Read more

This is supposed to be for the dead, but in a way you both kind of are to me. It’s been two years since you both got together and ruined my life. It’s been two years since you both sent me spiraling into a dense sea of sadness and hopelessness that has taken me two years to get out of. I’ve climbed out but I’m still wet with hurt. I can’t see you both in the hall at once or I start having a panic attack.

Bri, you manipulative bitch. It’s harsh but true. I trusted you with my life. I trusted you to stop me from hurting myself and to help let me open up. I trusted you to be supportive and help me with Ry. You were none of those things. You promoted the act of self harm to me. You didn’t help me. You told me you’d be there for me and you weren’t. I was there for you until you decided to talk to my crush and start dating him. You didn’t even tell me. You never asked if I was okay all the times in science when I could not stop the tears from pouring out ... Read more

Swadhistha is thinking about you. She told me about you. I think about you everyday, what Swadhi would be like if you were born. If she would still constantly want to die. If she would even be my best friend. I sometimes just look at the ceiling, thinking, would you be okay with me falling in love with her. Wanting so bad to ask her, “Will you marry me?” Even though we both don’t know you at all, we’re thinking about you. About what your interests would be. What your hobbies would be. Just, what kind of person you would be. She loves you, even though she doesn’t say it. I can tell.

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.