Dear Dean,
It's been 5 days without you. A long, hard 5 days it's been. Please excuse the tears on the paper. I talked with Sam the other day. He told me You've been on anti-depressants since you were 13. How come I never knew? Well, I guess that doesn't matter now. I'm still very angry with you. I havn't really eaten anything besides a waffle your brother made me eat. It's hard to eat anything and keep it down. Sam is the only person I've talked to. I'm avoiding our friends. They keep trying to come over and comfort me but I don't want comfort. I want you. I love you.
Love, Cas
