Hey, so I've decided that since I write the suicide notes and the story parts seperately I'm going to just post the notes instead. That way I'll just let you infer what has happened because I just feel like writing the story makes it more sad and it's kind of difficult for me to write those parts to this. So Just, infer. Sorry. xoxo

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Dear Brendon,

                I told you about theses suicide notes. I told you that I wrote one last night and you asked if I was okay. I said yeah. But you know I'm not. You probably don't think I'm going to write you one. I didn't know if I was going to either. I don't really have a lot to say to you. I guess I wanna say that it's not your fault. Cause it's not. It's nobody's but mine. Sometimes I think you understand me too well. And other times not at all. I don't ever want anyone to feel like this. But I know people do. I don't think you understand me honestly. I'm so sorry for saying that but it's true. I just needed a friend Sam. Not a savior or an 'other half'. Just a friend. So thanks for that.

· You asked me the other day, and I said I didn't know. You told me to think about it and get back to you when I know. The best time of day that you will look good in a picture is Dawn. Because the sun has just come up, but it's not glaring or fading. It's crisp and cool outside like thin glass. That's your answer.

·         Home? Home is where you belong, and while everybody has one, but nobody will ever know where there's is. They'll feel it when they're there, but there's no map or path that leads you back to it. Home changes. People change. Life changes. Don't ever forget that change is good, because I can't ever get that through my head.

·         Be part of something bigger than 'Universe'. But smaller than small.

I love you too Brendon. Not in a romantic way, I'm sorry. I love how you ask questions but always listen and know when to stop. Thank you. I'm not sorry. You won't have to worry. I'll be 'whatever' 'after' 'dead' is when 'I'm dead'.

Don't forget to dream of Neverland, I hope to see you there in mine.

                                                -Dallon (the tall lanky kid who's too fabulous for your shit.)

P.S. : Please don't forget me.