Dear Annie,
I know...
I know...
I KNOW!
I FORGOT TO WRITE OKAY!
you can't get mad when you haven't spoken to me in two months.
I lied...
i didn't forget...
i couldn't.
I was in the hospital.
Nash finally passed away after the accident.
You probably care more about him than about me!
I'm YOUR best friend
no matter what you say!
He's MY brother!
NOT YOURS!!!
I think I hate you...
no.
no.
no.
i do hate you.
Hate you.
Hate you.
I hate you.
hate you i.
you hate i.
You hate me?
I knew it.
Well guess what?
I hate you to.
Hate,
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
