Again

To... whoever finds this,

First of all, I hope it's not you, Shannon. I know you like to get in my business a lot, but this one isn't for you. Honestly, I... hope you never get to read this. If you do, you can have all the stuff in my room— whatever trash I left in there. And stop reading now. Just take my fucking rings and go.

Second of all, don't let.. him read this, either. This is more important than the last, I think.

Alright. Now, uh.. well. I'll just get straight to it. I think I'm gonna die soon. Like, soon soon. Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want, that's all you guys ever do anyway— but I'm serious. When you read this, I'll probably be gone. No, you don't have to worry. You guys only ever laugh or coddle me like I'm a fucking child, and I'm not a fucking child, got it? If anything, this will probably proof of that, huh.

"Weehhh, Teo, what on earth are you talking about!?" I know, I know. I'm getting to it. I just... this is harder to write than I expected. I've tried writing this so many times now, my wrist hurts like a bitch. But I guess there's something therapeutic about writing on paper. None of that typing bullshit— I know that's hilarious coming from me, but you get it. And before any of you get all.. sentimental, no, I don't give a flying fuck about any of you. I'm serious. I just got bored and decided to write out everything I was thinking. Shannon kept insisting anyways. Said it might "help my anger issues." That fucker. I'll probably throw this in the trash before I finish it anyway. Burn it before any of you could even look at my shitty handwriting.

. . .

I've.. done some horrible things in my life. I'm sure everyone has— that's why we're all fucking here in the first place, right? I don't know why they thought a group of fucked up kids could ever— no. Sorry. I'm sure.. a lot of you are fine. I just can't.. bring myself to continue this. To continue being here. I don't deserve it anyway, why do I even fucking try, right?

So, I'll be gone in the morning. Hopefully. If everything goes well, y'know? God, who am I fucking kidding. I'll either be gone, or they'll find me and hack my legs off before I could run. That's just the truth of it.

And to you, nosy fucker who found this note... just.. be careful. They all might seem nice now, but they'll have you doing shit you'll regre—

. . .

The letter seems to be uncompleted, as the ink from the last word seems to be dragged to the edge of the paper.