Letters for Rose {to be continued}

Dear Rose, (11)

I have to go back to London. I have to fly all the way up there just to run away from here. I can't stand to be here anymore. It is too much for me. And there I feel like home, I feel that they have the society where I wanna grow up in. Rosalie, you have no idea how I felt there. You would like it too. I mean, there I felt like no matter how diferent I was no one would ever judge me or say bad things about me or treat me like I was nothing. There, reality is so diferent from ours that it makes me wish I could live there not only to run away from you but to actually be happy. London is where I belong! Anything in London makes me sad but here everything reminds me of you. My school, my friends, my house, even my mom reminds me of when you were here. All of this is pretty devastating! I mean, to me it's really devastating knowing that everything I had been doing for you, for us, was seen from you as a way for me to push you away and stand out. It's so devastating, I'm broken. So, my plan A is to run away, plan B is to stay here and write all these letters without address and plan C is to cry over someone I no longer have.

Cathy