august 2nd, 1990

dear richie baby,

school starts in three days

are you even getting these?

please come back

why won't you answer?

i'm beginning to feel completely useless

when you were still here all i wanted to do was make you happy

but now you're gone,

and i realise,

that making you happy was making me happy

your happiness was my happiness

so it hurts to ask, but are you happy?

do you feel alright?

do you feel half as shitty as i do?

because all i want is for you to be okay

school will be horrible.

part of me feels as if the losers left me

but the other half of me knows that it's me that's leaving them

i'm turning ice cold without you

i need you here

victoria