Dear Fay,
Well... You dmed me. All I can say is, "wow". You said we should update rah other with our lives. Well... By the time I finish this I'm hoping we meet after that. Then- it'll be yours. I finished my geometry midterm. I did the best I could. I have a B- so I'm a little nervous but I did the best I could and that's what counts right? How's life? Let's be honest since you, as you put it. "I'm blocking you out of my life." Since that happened, life's been shit. You were prolonging the inevitable. With you gone, I flashback to the horrid memories all the time. I think I'm going into depression. I don't know how to describe it but I have a gut feeling that I am. So to keep me from straying to cutting I use a rubber band on my wrist to snap and I think it's working alright. I don't wanna cut. I hate sharp objects but I'm scared. I don't know how long I can hold out for. I hate objects that are pointy touching me but it's becoming more and more intriguing as time passes. I need to tell Brie. Maybe tonight or tomorrow. So life is just fucking fine. I'm just dandy, with rainbows and sparkles and a shitload of fucking shit. I know you didn't want to leave me. And I'm sorry we had to part. Maybe you don't hate me. But then a voice in my head says that maybe you do? To tell you the truth, I can't live with that. I've always been insecure and this is just worsening my insecurities. Brie, when we were you get some of her friends would hurt my feelings and it felt like I was being bullied. So, I would use a hair clip or whatever I could find and feel pain. I feel myself getting sucked into a whirl of depression. Sadness and darkness. Drawing of only red and black. Deep sorrow. I think that's what my life has come to. Thanks for listening. I hope your life is better than mine right now.
Love,
Rose 🌹
P.S.: enjoy gmw~ girl meets money tonight, I know I will!
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Dear Fay
RandomWhen your internet best friend decides you've come too close what do you do after you part ways? One way would be talk about it. Another would be to become depressed or even suicidal. Rose's way is to write. And she writes, pretending to talk to Fay...
