Dear Daisy,

Hey, people are still pretending to know you. Remember those girls that would spend time with you but talk shit behind your back? Yeah. They are making up stories that you are so close to today. They even bought fake tears to get everyone to believe them. They are using friends with the dead girl as a way to gain popularity and get sympathy. It irritates me. Don’t you remember how much they made you cry? I remember having to hug you and comfort you during that. I’m so tempted to call them out.

Love,

Kai