Dear Erin, 08.12.14
It's been a week and you are still gone. Your father called off the search four days ago. I don't really think it bothers him that you are out there alone, but sure as hell it bothers me. I am worried, very worried. By now you could be on the other side of the world. What if I don't get to see your bubbly face again? That face is the only thing that get be through the day, so right now I am more than lost. Are you lost?
Mum has sensed something is wrong with me. I no longer sleep, no longer eat, no longer play video games. If you don't remember those three things basically highlight who I am. I no longer have the energy and motivation to do anything, and its only been a week. At this rate, I will of lost it by Christmas.
I really want to punch your excuse of a boyfriend, Marcus. The fucking dick just shrugged your disappearance off, and now is dating Irene, your so called best friend. He makes me sick. The fact he had you and Irene, both the best looking girls on this side of the hemisphere, is sad. I can barely say hello to a girl, while Marcus is pulling them from left, right and center. Although Irene is defiantly not my type of cup a tea, I still don't find it fair. I would treat you like a princess, Marcus treats you like a toy. Girl logic makes so much sense, not the sarcasm.
By confessing my feelings for you did I do something? Like all the chick flicks that I've watched the girls literally jump at the boy when he does such a thing, is it because I'm not Marcus? I'm not the best, nor will I ever be? You know what, don't answer that. I just want you home.
Please come home soon.
Lots of love,
Michael Clifford
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