Twenty third of April two thousand thirteenth
Dear Lee,
I haven't written to you for quiet some time already. Not that I don't miss you. I just need some time to shut myself from everything because every single thing contributes in making me tired. So tired.
My parents are getting clingy all of a sudden, always asking if I need anything or barging into my room at two in the morning thinking that I didn't know about it.
I think I'm starting to develop insomnia because I couldn't really sleep anymore. Maybe a few naps here and there but nothing like the twenty hours sleep marathon we used to dare each other on weekends. I remembered you calling me a natural born piglet when I won that bet ten times in a row.
I miss those times. I really do. I really really do.
-Leighxx
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Ever dearest
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