Dear Emma,
I can't remember anything I did last night.
I woke up outside.
My dad didn't notice.
I want to drink again, still.
And at the same time, I don't ever want to see another bottle again.
I'm too screwed up.
I'm sorry.
Love,
Laura
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Love, Laura
Short StoryDear Emma, I just got wasted. Again. I know I promised. I'm sorry. Love, Laura