If you really knew me, you'd know that almost every harsh word I've ever said was straight out of anger. I never mean to say things, they just slip out, and I've always regretted some of the things I said.
If you really knew me, you'd know that my brother died when I was in fifth grade, my brother died. I still feel bad about it today. I never stop thinking about it. Always telling myself I should have called him more. I should have went to visit him more. I should have.. but I didn't. And that's what makes me feel so bad all the time.
If you really knew me, you'd know that even though this is just for my language arts class, it's hard to write this and send it out to the world. Because I'm scared of letting other people know who I really am.
Thank you for being brave and sharing your feelings, Kelly. I'm scared to let people know me too. I think it might be the scariest thing we have to do in life. I'm so sorry to hear about your brother. I am always here if you need someone to listen.
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