Dear Max,
I hate everything.
There are no traces leading me to the whereabouts of Rachel, none at all. I'm starting to actually believe she left without me and I hate myself for even thinking that for a second, but what else am I supposed to think?
I stopped taking my medication a month ago. I don't have enough time to sleep all day when I have a job to do, but of course I feel like shit again. Mom notices that I'm sad, but all she'll say is "take your medicine, you'll feel better" or "maybe we should set you up another therapy session". We live in a world where parents make their children take medication or talk to a complete stranger about their depression instead of comforting them. Maybe all I need is a hug from her, it wouldn't help all my problems, but it would help a little.
I don't know anymore, I wish you were here
Chloe
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Letters
FanfictionChloe was lonely when her best friend, Max Caulfield, left for Seattle. She then spent the next five years capturing her life in letters to Max. Slight TW//
