Dear Hailey,
Is writing to a dead girl weird? For some reason I feel like you’d make a crude joke that’d make me laugh for minutes. I didn’t hurt myself today. As much as I wanted to.
There is a wine in my fridge that reminds me of you. I did not drink my pain away.
I miss you. Every day. I know how taking your own life seemed like the only option. I guess today I’m there. Currently. I wish you were still here. I’m trying to live for myself. For you. Because your beautiful soul isn’t here to enjoy the good things that come, even with all the pain.
I need you to know, how painful this has been. How heartbreaking. You were one of a kind. You did not Deseve to feel this way. I wish I could have hugged this away. I wish someone could come hug my pain away.
I took some melatonin to try and sleep, though even though I know you’d laugh and tell me to just try pot and smoke to sleep.
How do I miss you laugh.









