I'm like Gatsby waiting for Daisy to call him to tell him she'll be with him. The fact is she didn't call. & You're not calling either Eric, and I'd rather be shot dead in a pool like Gatsby then to deal with the pain of you not calling. It's hard to go day by day with you in my head. I hate myself for saying this, i hate myself for giving you so much of my thinking space. Funny thing is I don't hate you. Not even a little bit.
I most likely
won't be on this summer. I'm going to be a senior in
highschool next year. Bye witty :)
Eric, if you read this, I still love you. I still try to
find ways everyday to try to contact you, and I feel like you just
don't want to be found. If you see this, please contact me
somehow. Text, voicemail, call, email, even Gaia. I miss you so
much.