Firstly I wanted to tell you this for a long time

The girl hiding notes in you locker is me

My name is McKenzie and I’m 5’9

These aren’t for me to be a bully

I just wanted to talk to someone new

My friends are cool and all but they aren’t you

I didn’t know anything besides your number

Because talking to you would’ve made me weird and like a deer with a hunter

Dude, I really enjoyed our letters back and forth

Your dad sounds like a dick

And sorry for you parrot that died after you were 4

I can come off strong respectfully that’s not a trick

I have one thing left to say in my last letter

On September 18, 1986

I will be gone forever

My parents have one their getting in the mail in the mix

I know I will be missed for years to come but this is my decision

My journals and 3,000 dollars will go to you

I will be shooting myself with such precision

I will be in heaven with my dog I buried

I have put a ticket so you can come and see me be carried

I will miss you so much

But I can’t be around where I feel like everyone’s crutch

Sorry…

To, Westly Keith Hace

From, McKenzie Jewels

9/17/1983