Letters, hand written and left in Lettie's top desk drawer Sammie to find and distribute. They're on pink flowery stationary and enclosed in pink envelopes.

( Letter for Sammie )

I suppose the question of the day, since I've received an invitation, is: what does one wear to an ex's wedding?

I think I'm numb ( Read more... )

Jo emailed me that she was going to confront him and now she's dead ( Read more... )

( EMAIL TO JOHN )

I know I shouldn't have done it. Really, I know. It was wrong. It's just making this entire screwed up situation even more screwed up ( Read more... )

I should be happy. I should be thrilled. But part of me? Part of me isn't. Part of me I guess WANTED it to be true. I'm not one of those girls who thinks that having a baby would make him come back or anything, I DO know better. But part of me thinks it would be something of his, of OURS, that I'd have forever. And that's stupid of me. I know it is ( Read more... )

TO: jpolidori@meridian.edu ( Read more... )

So everyone is apparently convinced that John is ... changed? Different? Weird(er)? I dunno ( Read more... )

I never realized that I wasn't happy until I was happy. For one night. One hour. One moment. For a brief while, I felt that everything was just RIGHT. He kissed me, held me, crushed me, wanted me. ME. When he told me he loved me, I knew he meant it. Nothing else mattered. Nobody else mattered ( Read more... )