Dear God,
Molly had always been a normal girl who didn't preach but she told of many stories.
She told how she felt. Able to get the words off of her mind and into words.
Molly was the girl who fell from the bridge.
She was right.
I am a fucked up person.
Aren't we all?
I'm sure you would've panicked too if you saw what i saw.
I didn't mean to kill her or let her die. I didn't want her to leave me in any way.
Why did I let her go?
