Dear Fay,
You know I'm getting a job, yeah this is about that. So I was in the car with my dad and he keeps putting off talking to your dad to get me to do more and more stuff which is annoying as hell. It's one of my biggest pet peeves. So, he did that which made me pissed. Then, on top of that, he goes and he's like you should go check out places to apply I'll practice with you. So I'm pissed and then he adds on anxiety. So I'm in the car shaking, my throats closing and he doesn't notice or pretends not to. Let me just say it's fucking awful. And then OH IT GETS FUCKING BETTER. I try to go upstairs to my room. AND HE RIPS MY PHONE OUT OF MY FUCKING POCKET. I almost cried and I still wanna cry right now. My phone is important not only to talk to you and make sure you're alright, but also to write whatever I'm feeling and I have some books on there too. He gave it back. But the whole time I was helping him I was trying so hard not to cry. It was awful.
I love you so so much,
Rose
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Dear Fay
AléatoireWhen your internet best friend decides you've come too close what do you do after you part ways? One way would be talk about it. Another would be to become depressed or even suicidal. Rose's way is to write. And she writes, pretending to talk to Fay...
