Dear Emily,
I told Stephen today. I told him I hated him. I hated his guts. I told him I never liked him at all. I told him the only reason I spent my time on him was because I pitied him. I told him he was the worst friend I'd ever had. I said he was a dork, and a geek, and a nerd, and a klutz, and that I would never want to be seen with him ever again; that I'd rather be dead than to look at him.
Every word cut him to the bone. I could tell. When he walked away, he was crying. I hurt his feelings to spare my own. I don't even know who I am anymore.
- 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...
