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From: maddiecarson@gmail.com To: lydiamartin@gmail.com Subject: I'm not to sure what this is.
Dear Lydia,
How are you? I really hope your life is going smoothly.
Do you remember when we were little girls and I had so much trouble being able to lie? Well, I've finally learnt how to. I no longer feel guilty when lying to someone, I can't tell if this is a good or a bad thing.
How are you? How's life? My life isn't the best right now, but don't let that bother you. I don't want it to. How are Scott and Stiles doing? I hope they are having a great life, as well as yourself!
Anyways, I realised I could lie when my mother asked if I had been sleeping, I haven't, but I told her I had been and she believed it even though I had dark rings under my eyes that possibly could have looked like makeup (poorly applied makeup that is) but I would have hoped she could tell the difference. And I didn't like it; the way she just brushed it off like I was actually telling the truth.. I still don't know why I'm telling you this. Now that I think about it, it's rather stupid.
I think I'm going to stop writing these. Seeing as it was pointless to start in the beginning, I don't know what I was going to get out of it. I guess, I was hoping that maybe you would somehow, I don't know, be able to read these. I guess not. This will be the last email I write.
