Dear Adam,
Alcohol and I are like old best friends.
It seems that's all I've been drinking, my stomach isn't so flat anymore. I just don't have the heart to look good. You were the reason I tried to look my best.
It's rare that I even get into a pair of skinny jeans. I'm basically the definition of undatable.
Somehow Sawyer still talks to me, everyone else just ignores me. It gets kind of lonely.
Love,
Bailey.
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Teen FictionIn which an unfixable girl writes to a dead boy. "You were a hurricane ," {Sequel to "Dear Bailey,"} WARNING: story may be a trigger
