dear bella rue,
i was about to leave school today, when i heard jesse call my name. of course, i stopped in my tracks.
jesse: silvia! wait! i want to talk to you.
me: i can’t now, i have to go to fuckin therapy. see you tomorrow.
it wasn’t a lie. i really did have to go to fuckin therapy. janessa just talked about how i need to start making an effort to get better and be happy again, and she said she, my mother, and my doctor all think that it would be a good idea to up my anti-depression medication (how this will help anything is beyond me, really, but allow them to do what they want, because they’re adults.). i told her that lately i just haven’t seen the point in making an effort anymore. life just seems so mundane to me. relationships, school, work...all of it is just so mundane.
i’m wishing that i had stayed and listened to what jesse had to say after school now.
damn.
sincerely yours,
silvia.
YOU ARE READING
silvia
Short Story"i know that you're busy, bella rue, but honestly, the only reason i'm writing to you is because i don't think that anyone else will listen."
