Dear Emily,
I logged onto Facebook today. I had 83 notifications, but after the first dozen "sorry for your loss" messages, I stopped opening them.
Everybody is still talking about you. You know, I don't care if they say you'll be missed or that you're in their prayers or whatever, but you know what pisses me off? I've seen eight people, that I'm pretty sure only met you in passing, talk about how badly they missed you and how much they'd been crying.
One girl even said that she would never be complete again and that the empty hole in her heart grew larger each day. The funny thing is, I'm pretty sure she's the girl that called you a fat whore at your pool party last year.
- Delilah.
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Dear Emily
Teen Fiction"I've been staring at the wall for the past hour. And you're six feet under the ground. So I guess things didn't work out for either of us. - Delilah." soundtrack: http://8tracks.com/bonjouritsali/dear-emily-soundtrack // let her go; passenger // br...
