Good-bye Letter

"It's been time for me to leave, it has been for a while, and I just couldn't bring myself to do it. But hey, when it's time you just know.

"I guess I'll start by saying thank you to those who helped me get here. Thanks mom and dad for not believing in me. For the past few years all you did was tell me how I wasted your time, money and life. Thank you for not trusting and believing in your only child, it means the world to me. The day I graduated was the best day because not only did I accomplish something, I did it without you.

"Next are those kids in the hall that would tell me I'm worthless. Fine, if I am then you were right I don’t care anymore; all you did was push me to be better than I was. You go and live your pathetic and lonely lives. I've moved on.

"Society I guess is next. I'm not as attractive as a male model, I don’t wear the best clothes, listen to the music you think I should, act the way most nineteen year olds do. I like to be an original, not one of you drones. I’ll do as I please when I please. You can’t tell me to be anything other than who I am. You may think that you can rule and dictate lives, but that’s where you’re wrong. I’ll do whatever I please. If I want to get a tattoo, I’ll get one. If I want to go and smoke a pack in an hour, I will. You can’t tell me how to live my life.

“To those who stood and watched me fall, you can go to hell. I was verbally and physically abused every day. It wasn’t in the privacy in my own home, trust me I wish it was. I was slapped, beat and yelled at in public. I would get slapped in the middle of the aisle in the grocery store. I guess after I turned fourteen you would think someone who cares. As a Child you would stand there and let my father and mother beat me.

“Grocery store manager at the Wal Mart down the street, remember when I accidently knocked over the display of the toys? Remember how I immediately started to pick them up and you said not to worry about it? Remember how my mother took off her shoe and spanked me in front of you because she had a worthless and pathetic excuse of a son? Thank you for not helping me then. It means a lot to me, just thought I’d let you know.

“Jerry Truman, remember how when we were little you were my best friend? I do. I also remember how I kept everything you’ve ever told me a secret. Unlike you I keep my word, or did. You wet the bed until you were ten. You didn’t go through puberty until you were eighteen. You walked in on your brother having sex with your girlfriend of two years who wanted to “wait” until marriage. You sleep with a baby blue dog that you got when you were a baby still. Remember when you stayed the night at my house like three years ago and kissed me? Yeah you kissed me and cried when I told you I was straight. It’s not fun having your secrets and personal problems brought out to the public is it? I think I can finally say we’re even now. I mean you told people a few things that weren’t bad, but I think I caused a little more damage than you expected, huh?

“I guess that’s the end of my letter, I just wanted to say good-bye on last time. Mom and dad, I do love you even if you don’t love me. I just thought that maybe one day you’d be proud.

-Alex Williams, August 13, 1990 – May 3, 2013.