"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 really miss you! It’s been 3 months without you. We had an amazing friend ship . Starting high school was hard without you, but I’m trying to get through it. I wish I had more time with you but I I know you fought hard. Everyone here misses you. The day of homecoming I went over to Hannah’s for the first time and I saw she lived right next to you!! I saw your mom she was walking pipa and I forget the other name !😬 I should have said hi but I felt like it was wrong. She couldn’t see her own daughter go to how coming . Btw love you and see you soon! #kyleighbug

i really love you i really do i miss you so terribly you mean so much to me and it hurts seeing you gone please come back love me again please come back

I don´t know a lot about you but I don´t know why the hell I am writing you. but I really admire u Actually I always wanted to be a princess ( in fact I still wanting) a princess just like u . U are my inspiration to continue in my dreams. U used to be very polite, you were supportive, a lot of qualities. Right now I am in a new school and it´s quite hard. Missing everybody and not being anymore part of their new history. But we always remember the good times and we would make more. I am trying to don´t look in the past. Hope when it´s my time we can meet.

What did you even see in my when you asked me out? More importantly, what did I see in YOU? You’re the popular guy with tons of “friends” and can run a 5:51 mile and is two years ahead in math. I’m the girl who doesn’t say anything at all during school, or try to make friends. I’m just kind of there. When we first started out, everything was great. You were nice to me, we talked in school a bit, and I was happier than I’d been in a long time. But then the second month came around and I didn’t know where you went, what happened to you. You didn’t talk to me, didn’t even make eye contact with me. That’s when I realized, “He doesn’t like me anymore.” And then the thoughts started coming in. “Is it something that I did or said? Has he finally realized that I’m not cool enough for him?” No. It wasn’t me. It was her. The girl he somehow found appealing and interesting. But to me and everyone else, she’s just the wannabe popular common white girl who only posts pictures of her ... Read more

I´m taking a English course in which the teacher gave us the task of writing to a dead celebrity. As soon as I heard it, I inmediatly knew it would be you. I remembered the day you left this world, that was very sad and I cried a lot. Your voice still emerges as time goes by. One month ago , I had the pleasure to watch a documentary about your life, it is called “ the voice of South America”, in which I could appreciate that your song´s content represents the fight for the rigths of South American people. You really had a hard life, you knew poverty because you used to live in it. You were so humble,most of the people that were lucky to meet you said that you were a unique person, with a big heart, and you had a solidary spirit. I would like to use this opportunity to say thank you for your music, for transmitting our history in every lyric that you made, and to be an inspiration for future generations. I ´m proud that you were born in Argentina, I know how much you care for the country. You had a amazing voice, it seemed to ... Read more

It’s weird writing a letter to you, and my hands are shaking as I write this. So much has happened since you passed away, and I don’t know if you have any idea what has been going on in my life. It would make my life easier if I knew if you where in heaven, but I’ll just hope for the best that you are. Anyway, a year later after you died, Mommy and Daddy got a divorce. I was nine years old when they split, and later their divorce was finalized when I was ten years old. I knew life wasn’t going to be the same after you died. But, so much was going on in my life, and I needed you there. I was so angry at God for letting you leave me, and I thought He was being unfair for not bringing you back. When I was eleven years old, Daddy began to live with another woman. I had a hard time liking her, even tolerating her, because of what happened. Besides these negative things happening at the moment, there were also some beautiful moments. For example, after years of being angry at God and not ... Read more

Dear July: I suppose you’ll like this pseudonym, since in my vague memories you’ve always wanted one. (you ditched me for haven/hell/space/limbo, so I’d say I get to pick) Well, long story short, I’m writing this letter to apologize for all the things I missed (including your funeral) and all the other things that could have been in some alternative universe where you’re alive and well. You left our family when we were all very young and confused. I don’t think we dealt with it very well—no one really speaks of you much anymore. It seemed you have faded from our memories altogether, washed away into some abyss out of harms reach. I am surprised how much I’ve forgotten already. I remember your obsession with Legos and South Park and how you owned an orange jacket that looked exactly like Kenny’s. It’s funny how your face faded along with the horrid plastic crabs you got me for my birthday with that reference I still don’t get (was that supposed to be an inside joke?) and the badly folded origami cards. I don’t remember what you look like, at least the specific details, anymore. This book reminded me of you. Your ... Read more

You’ve helped me more than any living being in front of me. I started listening to your music at the age of 11 when my uncle came over. We started talking about music. I at the time did not have a huge interest in music, but he has always like you and your music. In fact you are his favorite band as well as mine. That night he made me listen to multiple different songs by multiple different artist and bands. He made me listen to, AIC (your band obviously… The guys are doing very well with their new music by the way) he also made me listen to Stone Temple Pilots, Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Soundgarden, Staind, Breaking Benjamin, ect. But you and your band stood out the most. I loved what your music had to say. And I still do. I done so much research on you and AIC. I’ve talked to your mom. She is such a sweet lady. I should really email her again. It’s been a few years… Sorry Nancy. You were and still are the only person help me get through my depression. You’ve stopped me from killing myself as well as self harming. Your music has ... Read more

When I was a child, my dad always heard the songs of “The Beatles”. I always liked. As I grew older, my dad told me about the way he died, I was shocked. A fan killed you! That I will never forget, was regrettable. Years passed and my younger brother began to see a movie called Peabody and Sherman, was in that movie I was hear the song you dedicate to your son Sean, I cannot imagine how it must have felt your child at the moment he learn that you were dead. Well, I just want to say that I am, even though you’re dead, a big fan of yours .

I know I tell you this pretty much every day (and since you’re a part of the All, you probably know already), but I’ll leave it here so I’ll always have somewhere I can read it: I know we never met, but I’ll always feel that in another place, another time, we were thick as thieves. I know the anger, the bitterness. I have it too. I’m not so ready to forgive though. I’m glad you were able to before the river took you away from us. We grew up in the same place, traveling like gypsies, our mammas toting us like luggage, meaning well, but making our lives like houses made of sand. I miss you so much my heart feels like it’s being squeezed by invisible hands that don’t know their own strength, like a piece of me is missing. A home I can never go back to. I wish I’d been a little older than 12-15. I wish we could sing & dance together, to talk about everything & nothing for hours. To start a conversation all silly, then get all intense out of nowhere until one of us says something silly or stupid to ... Read more