To Kennedy,
I got your message. I don’t know what to think anymore. These last few days I’ve had more rage than sadness when I think of you. But I need to put that aside. No one truly knows what’s going on with me and you. At least my friends and family. I have no support system. And my depression is getting worse. I still really like you. I truly believe that you miss me as a best friend. And I feel shameful to say that. Mostly because I just wish you liked me back. Like actually. I’m writing this on November 2. This day last year you confessed you didn’t actually like me you were just excited. And that crushed me a lot. But I tried to keep my peace. Now, I literally can’t go 10 minutes without thinking about you. I feel like it would be healthier than to keep not talking. But who knows.
— g.s