Julie, you should know that you just died from cancer the other day. Your birthday is tomorrow. I made you a cake before you died. I guess I'll bring it to your funeral. You know I won't be able to make it though. I remember the last thing I said to you was "Leave me alone." I can never turn the page. Ever. This book is wet with my own tears and the pages are torn as memories I have tried to banish. Recovery isn't an option anymore. How can I look forward when my mind is glued to the past? I will never. I am sick with loneliness and for me there is no cure.
