Dear best friend,

You have given me something nobody else could've given me, and I'm thankful for that.

You gave me a feeling of peace, you have me happiness, you gave me a shoulder to cry on, you gave me a place to feel welcome in, so I thank you.

I feel like if you weren't here with me, I would've killed myself much sooner then I had planned, everything is just so stressful.

Every night, I cry myself to sleep. Sometimes it's over trivial things like breaking a cup or missing a step in my teachers instructions, but other times it's over how I view myself, and how much I struggle.

You made me forget those problems, you made me think 'wow, life isn't actually that bad', you allowed me to be me, and I'm forever thankful for that.

As you know, I've been struggling more then usual, but I've always shrugged you off whenever you try to ask what's wrong, I always say 'I'm alright'. I'm sorry for lying to you, but I'm not alright. Not by a long shot. In fact, this note is made for you because I believe you need to know the truth.

I'm being bullied.

Not by people, but my own mind. It calls me names, and tells me I should die, and shows me things I never wanted to see. It said you were never my friend, it said my parents hated me, it said it would be better for the world if I didn't exist.

It's been going on for sometime now, everyday and night. Ever wonder why I always zone out in conversations with you? It's because of the voice. Ever wonder why I notice when there's something troubling you? Well, I have those exact same troubles. I'm sorry for lying and telling you I was alright, I guess I just didn't want you to have more problems then you already have.

Well, you know I'm not good with people, you know I'm gay, and you know that I always follow instructions. What you don't know, is that I have depression, I have anxiety, and I know that someone important someday is going to reject me, tell me I'm worth less, which I am, and tell me to go away.

When that happens, I'm going to kill myself.

I want you to be happy, which you probably will be after I die, but just in case I'll tell you, be happy.

Please.

I'm sorry I never actually called you my friend, I've never really been good with words.

Your (hopefully) bestfriend,
                             Katsuki Bakugou