Dear Fay,
Let me tell you something. It's shit being an author and fangirl. You put your couple through pain. But, that's just the truth. Life may sometimes be all sunshines, rainbows, and shit. But, before that you have to get over the life threatening cliffs that want nothing more than for you to fail. They want you to die. Whispering those terrible thoughts in your head. That your worthless. Who would want to love you? You're the shit on the bottom of their shoe. And it fucking hurts. It makes you want to fucking give up. You're just like, this is it, this is my life. And I'm done with it. Give it to someone else. You want to beg God. But, oh God, I can't. I want to do so much more with my life. So I pick up my weapon choice. And I fight. I fight and give it my fucking all because that's all I can do. This is my fight. I don't want help. But the truth is, without my friends or fellow soldiers. I would be shot. Gone. Forever. You would never see me. Never hear my voice. Never see my face. Never another sassy smile. Never another laugh. Never see me again. So do me favor? Check in on me. Even if I say I'm fine. Take a closer look. Because I'm most likely telling a lie. Look through me straight to my soul. And ask yourself what really is going on. Please? For me.
Love,
Rose
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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...
