Dear Grace,
21 June 2016
My mother still yells at me. I hate her.
I didn't wish my dad a happy Father's day. He doesn't deserve it.
It's 3:26 right now, and I've been trying to close my eyes and get some rest but I just cant. Sleep is one of the many things I'm not good at. Now that's it's summer I don't sleep very much, and I don't do much of anything. I'm tired.
There's also this guy. He's been.. weird. I don't know. I can barely maintain the few friendships I have, but for some fucked up reason I want to fall in love. I hate it.
If I fall in love soon I swear I'm going to go insane. I can't handle anymore emotional pain. This is too much.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Dear Grace
NonfiksiA series of short letters to a once close friend. If she finds this, I hope she knows it's all for her. (TW// suicide, self harm, eating disorder, mental illnesses)
