to whom this may concern,
by the time someone reads this, i'll either be dead, hurt, or even more broken than i already am.
to mom and dad,
it really hurts when you call me fat and ugly. it really hurts. and i know you say you're doing the right thing. but when you tell me i'm a waste of food, and time, and money, do you really mean that? because i think you do. i don't think you'll care. i bet you'll be happy that kayla will be an only child. i'm sorry for disappointing you. i'm sorry for not getting the good grades you really wanted me to get. i really am. i tried. and i thought you were gonna be happy when i came home with the highest math grade in the class, but you weren't. you wanted more, like you always do. so, i'm sorry.
to my friends,
your sarcasm, no matter how sarcastic it is, it hurt me. it hurts to be called short. but i'm sorry i wasn't the best friend someone could have. i wish i was perfect too. i know i've gotten you all tangled in my messes, and i know i'm over dramatic, but i just needed someone. i hope you all can forgive me. i;m so sorry.
to my family,
i was trying to lose weight, but everytime you guys joke around about how fat i am, and how ugly i was as a baby, i couldn't do it. i wanted you guys satisfied, but i guess you'll be more satisfied once i'm gone. i'm sorry i didn't look like what you wanted me to look like, and didn't act the way you wanted me to act.
to my teachers,
thanks for teaching me all i needed to learn. i knew i wasn't the perfect student, and i'm sorry.
to my witty people,
i'm sorry. i can't do this anymore.
to all the other people out there,
be glad you don't know me.
I'm sorry.
love,
trisha.