Why aren't you responding?
Are these letters slipping out of your mailbox and down the sewer? I hope not. Wouldn't want some rat reading them and thinking I was madly in love.
The funeral is in a day.
God help me, I really don't want to slip, but it would be so, so easy. There are so many ways to backtrack ten steps. For one, my mom hasn't (yet) put a lock on the medicine cabinet; one bottle of that cough syrup and I can be higher than the sycamore tree in our front yard.
But I'd never do that.
I'm the 'good' kid now.
All that shit from before? That's behind me.
Right.
