To: anthony@gmail.com
From: lilith@gmail.com
Subject: Attempt #13
I guess I'm back to the emailing everyday routine. Did I tell you how I feel like even if you're not answering, I feel as if I'm actually talking to you? I don't remember, I think I did.
I sent out my college applications today. Derek made me do them over the summer cause he's a "ahead of time planner". You remember when we went out annual camping trip? That one time in the 7th grade and he planned three weeks ahead? And we ended up lost in the 4,000 acre woods? And we had to climb trees and tie ourselves to the trunk? Because Derek thought that setting up a tent would just attract bears and other creatures? It was hilarious watching him trying to get away from the moose in the canoe!
I'm trying to remember the good times because my psychologist said that dwelling on the bad for too long, can make everything seem bad.
But when I try thinking of good times with you, I just notice the small things that pointed towards something being horrible. Like the 8th grade dance, when we stayed there until 10 instead of leaving at 8. I try to remember our smiles and how much fun we had. Instead of your mom bursting in and dragging you out by your ear. And how it was my idea to stay that long. It seems like every good memory I manage to reach, it's already been tainted by disaster.
-Lilith
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Hurt
Non-FictionIn some way people are messed up. It always hurts and sometimes you feel like nothing is okay anymore. I, Lilith McKellner can relate. Because when I was about fourteen, I was asked to grow up faster than I wanted to. Because I caused pain to someon...
