Dear Fay,
It's been awhile since I've written to you. But we text every day so what really is the point of writing in here anymore? But I'm going to write anyways. It helps me clear my thoughts. My dad is being a jerk towards me and I don't know why both are freaking out on Brie and I but they are. And then depression decides to say hello. Full force. It's full fucking force right now. It feels like it's an elephant sitting in me. It crushes me, limiting my air supply and I claw at my throat pleading for forgiveness. I'm ignored. I want to give up. I'm so tired of fighting. But I fight for you. And I don't want to stop. But I'm so so tired. And I want depression to stop. To just leave me alone. I don't know what to do. Or what to do about Cynthia. Sometimes - a lot of the time our relationship hurts me more than it helps me. I don't know what to do.
Love,
Rose
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RandomWhen 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...
