"I grasp onto things that clearly aren't there, but here I am holding on for dear life. I wish you knew and I wouldn't have to be ashamed." Joyce Dales is 15 years old and she's now in high school at St. Clara High School. She speaks to a guy named Dylan Boyd. She falls madly in love with him, but she knows the probability of them being together. Every night she writes letters she will never send, in hope of not paying to see a therapist. No one will know about these letters, but her. No harm, no foul? Sure Joyce. Let's go with thatAll Rights Reserved
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