Dear Annie,
Drew talked to me about you today.
I know it's only because you aren't around me anymore.
He would've only talked to me if you were around...
he always liked you better.
Anyways today was okay...
okay...
but nothing is okay.
The day things were last okay was the day that you were speaking to me...
the day that I lost my parents...
Why did you stop talking to me when I needed you most?
Did I not make you feel like a good person anymore?
did i mess up?
Talk to me soon?
Lana
YOU ARE READING
Dear Annie
Short StorySomedays it feels like you're swimming and ignoring that I'm drowning. But then I realize. You stopped fighting the undertow a long time ago. ~ Attention: Written by someone who does NOT suffer from depression! ©2018
