Dear Sadie,
Just so you know, I love you to the core. I enjoyed the years I've spent with you, and I hope you feel the same with the stories I've written to your very sleek pages.
I'm sorry I haven't written in a while—I wanted to, but with what's happening with the world right now, even lifting a pen seemed too difficult for me.
I miss the life I've lived before all this pandemic came into the picture. You know, after-school movie nights, small McDonald's lunch dates with my best friend, plumping on the bed after a long, tiring day, and it feels like it's the best thing ever? 'Cause it's the best thing ever!
I thought I'd be able to amble along the pavements in university. Well, I tried to grow sunflowers for myself too, but I failed miserably. And I failed me big time, too.
This will be the last time I'll be writing to you, Sadie. I can't take this life anymore. I've had enough, and I'm giving up. I guess I didn't need to write down all my fantasies and daydreams; I guess I only wasted time. And as the world's situation worsens, I think I'm losing the only hope I have left.
Now it's only me, myself, and I.
And this hell of a problematic world.
Goodbye, Sadie.
'Til we meet again.
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Dear Sadie
Teen FictionDisheartened because of the recent dreadful events, introvert Sadie writes her last journal entry in her diary before leaving it in a garbage bin across town. The diary being the only friend Sadie ever has and has ever written to; she is surprised w...
