I am mad that we never took pictures, because maybe the memories would be trapped in them instead of in my head.

I miss you everyday of my life and there is not one thing I can do about it.

You have turned me into a stereotypical, heart-broken, angsty teen. And I hate it.

Could you please pretend that I am still here, for my sake? How can you live so wholly without me, when I can barely function without you?