Dear Jules,
Today is the first day of 2022. This new year means it will be 7 years without you.
Seven years of being alone. Seven years of feeling nothing but sadness. Seven years of being nothing but a void.
It seems like since you left there is nothing left. In me. In the world. Nothing makes me happy anymore. The more the years pass, the more I don't see a point in remaining here. I have no one to tell me I'm important, no one to help me.
Mom and dad decided it was time for me to stop the therapy sessions. They think I'm good now. I think they are lying to themselves and cannot keep up with the fact that I'm still not ok after 7 years.
Maybe I would have been better if I had some sort of support coming from them, or some friends that care about me.
I guess we'll never know...
I miss you
Louise
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