7. Dear Clarissa 0.7
So after we went home I asked Pickle if she wanted to go on a date with me. She said yes. Tomorrow I'm going on a date. I'm a little nervous, to be honest. I almost don't want to go, but that would be rude to Pickle because she looked really happy and excited when I asked her. I think I'll just stick to it and suck it up.
Your brother got into a fight at school today. When I came by to your house I heard yelling. Supposedly someone was talking crap about you and it ticked your brother off so he started punching him and telling him not to talk about you again. He got in trouble by his mom. If I was him, I would've done the same thing. I know you've probably heard me say this multiple times by now, but I'm going to say it again: I miss you and wish that you were here. Sitting with on your bed, acting like goofballs. Being ourselves.
Everyone keeps telling me it's going to get better, that I'll get over you, 1. How could they say such a thing? I'll never get over you. You're my best friend. 2. Nothing will ever get better. I want them to lose their best friend, and see how it feels. To lose someone that you love so much. It will never get better. I hope it does, though. I don't want to forget about you and move on, but I want to remember you in a good way and not be able to get upset whenever I do.