Dear Emily,
I forgot Stephen was tutoring me today. He came over at lunchtime and found me sitting on the floor of my closet with my hands over my ears and my eyes squeezed shut, trying to recover from an anxiety attack. I think he thinks I'm insane. I told him I was fine, but I could barely breathe.
I wonder how much longer it'll be before I finally break.
- 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...
