Dear Emily,
Sometimes, I wonder if I'm falling into depression. What does that feel like? You would know. You had to deal with it.
I just don't know anymore. I don't want to get up in the mornings. I just want to sleep forever. I'm not even sad. I just don't feel anything. I'm past the point of missing you. I'm not sure I've ever really missed you, not the way I should have. I don't think I'm coping very well. I still haven't cried.
Maybe I'm not depressed. Maybe I'm just a zombie. Bleh.
- Delilah.