I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive you for trying to kill yourself and not telling me for 3 years. I don’t know if I can ever tell you this because I want you to think that I think you’ll never go back to the state you used to be in, but I worry. Every god damn day I worry that you may get sad and want to harm yourself. I love you. But I want you to be happy and want death to always be far from your mind. I don’t know if it’s selfish to be bitter and upset that you never told me. I guess I’m just really upset that I could of came out to the lake that summer and found out from your parents that you had shot yourself in the head.. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle that.