“goodnight, paw paw loves you.”
the last words my grandfather ever said to me. he died the next day due to a heart attack. he was alone in a warehouse. i just wish i told him i loved him too.

“I’m sorry I haven’t answered there’s a lot of stuff going on at my school. Message when you see this pls.”

I met her on the internet. We were super close and talked whenever we could. I answered a day or two after I got it, the day after I replied I got a message saying that she had committed suicide. I never found out what happened, and I miss her so much.

My friend died on Valentine’s Day 2017, about a month shy of her 19th birthday. Our last conversation was about a video game. She’d had a long fight with cystic fibrosis and when I visited her near the end, she was so high on painkillers that she...

My friend died on Valentine’s Day 2017, about a month shy of her 19th birthday. Our last conversation was about a video game. She’d had a long fight with cystic fibrosis and when I visited her near the end, she was so high on painkillers that she wasn’t really aware I was there at all. She trusted me to deliver her final message to the rest of her friends and family, and I did the day after she died. I also passed on the news to the people who followed her DeviantArt page. 

There’s a lot I never got to tell her, like coming out. I still think about her and miss her sometimes. Wherever she is, if there’s any afterlife at all, I hope she’s finally breathing easy. 

“You have seven more minutes…”

Probably the last text an acquaintance of mine sent me on Instagram before contemplating suicide. Idk if he’s still here but Bastian, I’m sorry i couldn’t talk you out of it like a professional can, i miss you so much and i love you beyond compare, Goodbye my love.

On and off for almost 3 years. I met her through my friend I invited her and her friends over to my house to just celebrate life drink and smoke. Fast forward to this year she cheats on me and lies about it. The guy she cheats on me with messages me on twitter and sends me screenshots of what she really thought of me.

It hurt so much bc she never told me anything

I forgave her, we continued in and out until one day she told me she woke up and realized we didn’t have much in common and that her feelings changed

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‘im sorry, but i just dont care anymore’

my ex, after i sent a suicide note to him, before attempting.

he was very, very sweet when we dated, i dont regret dating him, i never will.. but i think what hurts the most is that.. at one point he wanted to marry me, and now.. we are strangers..

Last text from my grandma

[04/10/19 8:10:14 PM] Vó: Ainda bem!( Conserta uma coisa e desconcerta outra não dá
[04/10/19 8:10:30 PM] Vó: Agora tá bem?
[04/10/19 8:13:33 PM] Gabriela: Agora sim
Depois que arrumou ficou um tempinho doendo e ja passou
[04/10/19 8:18:17 PM] Vó: Que bom!(( Dor na boca é muito ruim
[04/10/19 8:18:31 PM] Gabriela: Simm
[04/10/19 8:22:59 PM] Vó: Bj. Boa noite
[04/10/19 8:26:43 PM] Gabriela: Boa noite


The last conversation i had with my grandmother through texting. she was suffering from a cancer on her lungs and brain, but she was still worried about my stupid toothache. She thought that she was going to win this battle and was so confident at the beginning, She died a bit later. I miss her every single day.

I was so focused on finding solutions, I didn’t realize she was saying goodbye.
We were 3AM, spill-your-dark-secrets friends since I was 12 years old. I wanted to call her to insist she give me her address so I could be there while she used, but knew...

I was so focused on finding solutions, I didn’t realize she was saying goodbye. 

We were 3AM, spill-your-dark-secrets friends since I was 12 years old. I wanted to call her to insist she give me her address so I could be there while she used, but knew she wouldn’t give it to me.  

I loved her fiercely and would have done anything to change how she felt. She died that morning. I don’t know if she ever got my last text.

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We were good friends in high school, and he moved to another state to work, but we kept in touch over snapchat. After two years, he moved back to our hometown for a job interview.

I always figured I could message him later, then eventually forgot to respond, as I didn’t really use Facebook. Four months after he sent this, he died in a hit and run.

I’ll always hate myself for not answering him. The two year anniversary of his death just passed by three weeks ago.

I’m sorry for not answering you. I miss you.


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