Dear Nobody,
I don't even know where to begin. Maybe goodbye is a start? Now, it's not a bad goodbye. Suicide isn't for me anymore. But a happy one, as I have finally faced my demons.
When I started you, it was because I felt alone. Now, I feel like I have somebody after I finally said sorry. For all I know, I will need you come August. But I feel confident that I now know enough about myself to survive.
Love,
Amanda
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Dear Nobody
Diversosletters from a confused teenage girl to only person that cares about her
