DEAR LITTLE BIRDY,
It's been so long. A few months now. I hate you for leaving, still.
You missed my graduation (which didn't go well if you must know).
My letters have become bitter towards you. I read the pages before, each day, and cringe at how happy and sane I used to be.
Im surprised I can still read and write.
I think Gwen isn't helping. I think she's making me worse. It's all your fault really...I've never hated you more little birdy.
I've never hated you before.
Lucy.
