I know you’re dead know but I wish you weren’t. I never did one mean thing to you, only told you were pretty and always tried to go out with you. But you never cared. You had your boyfriend that you loved so much so I took a backseat but still trying in seldem ways. Then I hear you killed yourself cuz your boyfriend told you to. I wanted to kill him because if you would have given me the slightest chance I would have loved you the right way. The way anyone should be loved. I’m sorry I didn’t go to your funeral. I was planning on bringing a gun and shooting your boyfriend then my parents found me while I was sneaking in the car. I wish you were here or just so i could see you again.