My Unsent Letter

Dear who it may concern,

It sucks of you're reading this, or if you found the crumpled note in my family's dustbin and aren't even family. It would suck more if I survive and I'll have to face you. I'll do the classic suicide letter, open up a can of worms. I have secrets, so many. Over the years, I've felt so lonely, I joined an online chatting platform. I didn't impersonate, per se, I lied. Yeah, who doesn't lie? But it was so bad, for 2 years I lied to people, (would suck if they lied to me too, actually, that is a funny thought) getting their love, worry, anxiety and so on under falsehood. I hated what was becoming of it, so I ended it. I think I have problems. Online therapy costs money, I don't want my parents to know 'cause, hello? They don't have money either. What I find baffling is how it all came to this. Since I was 8, my faith dwindled, I touched what wasn't to be touched on my person, and so on. I feel so filthy. I need help. I need someone to talk to. But it's too late right?

I'm already gone.

Yours truly (gone),

《Anon》.