Dear Emily,
Stephen called me tonight. He said something had been bothering him. I thought it was something about his own life. I realized he never says all that much about him. All of our conversations revolve around me. This one did too. He reminded me that some of my letters mentioned doing something I shouldn't have. He wanted to know what that was. So I told him the truth, that I'd cut myself; quite a bit, actually.
He said he thought so. Then he made me promise to never hurt myself again. I'm so past the point of caring that I made the promise without hesitation. I might end up regretting it, but right now, I don't care. I really don't.
- 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...
