Dear...

AN/ there will be typos, and this is most likely not edited, so aye e,e

warning; may contain mentions of deaths, self harm, depression, and some kind of sickness where you speak with emotions e,e

so there.

~Kat

Dear Concern
October 1st 2017

Dear Concern,

I have a few problems to address to you.

I'll have to ask you to stop coming at night, when I need to rest. I hope you understand, that theres plenty other times you could come in.

Now, I also would like you to stop reminding me of my brother. I know he goes out a lot, I know he likes to sit around the 'bad kids' to look cool, but I don't need you telling me about all that at 11 pm, then keep my up till 3 to see if he'll come home earlier then 4.

I also want to make it clear; I do not wish for you making me imagine everyone with guns in their hands.

I have had enough of listening to your muttering about how every person i depend on could just end their life in a second.

I don't like that.

But also, i'd like to thank you for helping me save Diasy- if it wasn't you who pushed me all the way to her house, and didn't let go of me when I said I don't care, and helped me stop her from pulling the trigger.

That's a few things i'd just like to address to you.

Have a good day, I'll wait for out next visit.

Love, Snow

Dear Hope
October 4th 2017

Dear Hope,

I miss you.

Where are you now days?

You visit everyone, exept me.

Well, you have the right to, you probably just missed my house again.

Remember the days we used to hang out, imagine how wonderful the world would be if we could change it, imagine how lovley the trees would be if we stopped cutting them out? How we ran in circles, imagining we could outrun the pollution, outrun the sadness?

You remember, how we used to play in the backyard, as pirates? We always looked and dug for gold, or any money for mother.

Now, without you here, I'm tired of pretending.

I don't remember how to pretend anymore.

All I see Is the truth, I can't picture anything we used to picture.

I also got a job at the coffee shop.

A few pennies here and there.

I wish you could visit.

But I know your busy, you have to play pretend with the others to.

I'm not sure if I want to play pretend anymore, though.

Love, Snowy.

Dear time
October 10th 2017

Dear time,

Could you tell me when this will all end?

I am not happy.

You can step bawkwards to see that.

Some things are filling my head with lies, and mixing up my problems with attention-seaking.

People are telling me; "get over it"

But nobody ever told me how.

I don't understand how you can expect something from someone who doesn't know how to do it.

Could you tell me how to get over it?

If not, i'll just ask someone else.

Oh and, please don't run.

It's tiring to keep up with you, if you understand.

Love, Snowy