Dear Marjorie,
what a clisee it is to tell you: "It's getting that bad again". Has it ever gotten better though?
You see, life has take a sour turn lately and I can't seem to shake it off. Wishing to be like you seems to make it all worse, since you never really showed me how the strong are build through time. You were just you, directly. You were. You.
My dear, it is getting bad again. That bad. Even if you never wanted to know or hear about it, it is. So what do I do with all the bad, when I don't even know how to hold the good? The days run by at hard speed, the nights I cannot feel. People ask all the time: "But didn't you sleep?". Do I ever sleep Marjorie? You would know. You always do. I did not sleep last night and my attempt at sleeping throughout the day failed. You see, I kept hoping you would send help. Or you would be the help. But this time... You were just silence.
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The Marjorie Diaries
Non-FictionParts of life told to a stranger friend. Julie writes a letter to Marjorie every other day. She waits for letters with a warm answer, but doesn't get to enjoy them so much. When the letters do come, there is always good advice and friendly stats, so...
