Also,
Dear Bryan,
you know you're my best friend. Everyone knows that we're best friends. I miss you. And times like this, I would usually be dialing your number and wailing to you on the phone, sobbing my eyes out telling you my whole sob story and you'd be telling me things to make my mind see things clearer. Skype's a bitch you come off and on, we still whatsapp as though we're in Singapore with one word replies and a ton of "HAHAHAHA"s, as though we'd be seeing each other on Sundays so we could just talk then. I need my best friend and it's horrible to know that it's not just a phone call away now.
When you read this, I'll most prolly be fine again and won't remember exactly why I'm feeling like shit because I need to forget this and I need to learn how to be strong alone. Relying on someone too often is dangerous, yes?
I miss you so fucking much.
Love,
Rachel
