Dear Emily,
I've lost nineteen pounds since the accident.
I'm not starving myself. I'm not trying to, anyway. I just don't see much point in eating anymore. I literally have to force food down my throat. The thought of eating anything makes me sick. Maybe something is wrong with me. I wonder if it has something to do with me being so tired all the time. But I think the worst part is that no one's noticed.
You would have noticed.
- 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...
