Dear #2,

Thanks for hanging in there during my last letter. I wonder when I'll finish this notebook so you can read that one. I wonder what is yet to come for us. Will you still hang in there? For me?

Letter 3:

I can't' really help being in a mood. After I finished writing earlier I was ready to spill and tell you everything, but I chickened out when I saw you. I don't know why. Please don't take it personally. I just hurt. The inside hurt. An ache deep in my heart that Tums couldn't even take care of. I just don't feel like I'm enough for you. I wish you would ask about the way I've been acting, but at the same time I'm glad that you're not. I can't begin explain what I'm feeling in words. I remember this past year at my new school, my friend Julie didn't start off there. She came a few weeks later during the first semester. I used to be quite jealous of her. I envied her ability to make friends so easily. She is everything that I am not. She is everything that I want to be. She has the smile, the family, the friends, the life. She's just her and she's happy with that. I wish I had taken the chance to get closer to her. It's not fair how my old "friends" kept in touch with her when she left, but not me. It's like I never even knew them. I know they knew something was up. I wish I had told them. I wish I had stayed there. I wish I hadn't messed up the only good thing I had going for me. I wish I didn't have to feel like this.