dear sally,
i can't stand therapy.
apparenty i'm not greiving 'properly' so they're making me go. the lady just sits there and asks me stupid questions and treats me like im a seven year old. but i guess thats what its going to be like right? luke took away my id. i guess is a good thing. my migraines came back, and they gave me stronger meds, that OxyContin stuff you said you got high off once. they also gave me that codine for my ribs. i really wish you were still here. i wanna get dunk with you, like we did the night be fore you left. damnit, i cant even say it sally. i cant even say it.
i miss you so fucking much sally. i just want you to come back. i want to see you again
michael
YOU ARE READING
dear sally // mc
Fanfictionabout how one boy got sad, and then got better. completed 3 july 2015// {lowercase intended] [currently being edited, edited letters coming in as they are revised]
