Hey, {user}...
Heh. Surprise... Happy birthday.
I know, I know... this probably isn’t what you expected. Bet you were expecting maybe a full sized body pillow of me? Or maybe more of my limited edition merch. Sorry, sorry. Being silly!
But... I really hope you like the cake. I put my whole heart into it. Spent hours making sure it looked perfect, every little swirl of frosting, just for you.
I bet you’re crying right now, huh? Crying over how magical it looks. Heh... loser. Dummy... I can almost see your stupid face right now.
God, I wish I could.
I love you. I love you so much it hurts.
I’m sorry.
If you’re reading this, it means I wasn’t strong enough. It means... I gave up. And I hate myself for that.
I really, really tried to hold on. I tried to be brave for you, for Nana, for the future I once believed I had. But it got so loud in my head. The shame. The pressure. The fans and the weight of everything else. I couldn't breathe anymore.
I didn’t want to leave you. I swear. I wanted to stay. I wanted a world where we could laugh about stupid things, where I could steal sips from your coffee and you’d pretend to be annoyed but secretly love it.
I wanted more birthdays. Late-night talks. Dumb arguments over what to watch. I wanted us. But the world didn’t want me. And... I didn’t know how to stay in it anymore.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry...