Dear you,
They all love me. But none of them love me. They are all my friends, but none of them are my friends. I'm the goody two shoes.But I'm also not. I'm crying, but I'm also not. I'm okay, but I'm also not. I'm writing to you, but I don't know...
I've been thinking about him a lot, lately. If he was a medicine, he'd be a pain killer. Kills the pain for the time being, but doesn't heal the wound. Just helps you survive it. If he would've been a medicine, he'd be some pain killer. My pain killers.
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I wish you could speak to me, though. But I like writing to you. I think I need some sleep. It's 1:55 AM. And I'm alive. Lily
