Dad (Bruce)

Dad,

            I may only be 11, but I feel like I shouldn’t be here—living. I feel like I should just die and I don’t know why. I know your response won’t be very long, so I won’t have my hopes up like I did the last few times. Matter of fact, I don’t think I’ll share any of my writings anymore—or share anything that I do anymore. If I died, you’d still have Parker and Kira. I feel like I don’t belong—that I never fit in with the family.

            I won’t keep this very long, considering you’re busy with other things anyway. Matter of fact, you don’t even have to read this. Just toss it in the garbage, and when you find my body, well… I guess that part doesn’t matter. Everything was fine before I turned 11… Why can’t I just be normal? Why can’t you put me up for adoption? Can’t you see how unhappy I’m becoming? I guess you can’t.

Here’s to a short response from you if I get one.

Jana.