(title stolen from Sabrina Carpenter's album lol I'm not even a fan but I liked it)
Here go the emails I can't send to people that aren't in my life anymore, or they are and I just can't tell them what I really feel...so, I'll put everything on the internet for the entire world to see lmao
SUBJECT
DATE
imi@thismaildoesnot.exist
to dad@probablyin.heaven
Hey dad, how's it going up there? I hope you're somewhere nice. I mean, you know I'm not a believer, I never believed in hell, heaven or purgatory, I never step foot inside a church unless I really have to (I think last time I did that was for your funeral) but still, there might be another plane of existence where you can watch me (rather creepy, if you think about that). I don't know. Sometimes when I sleep, I feel your presence. That's probably just sleep paralysis, but I like to think that's you just being there for me, especially if I'm feeling particularly depressed. I wonder if you can hear me when I cry and talk to your photo on mom's nightstand, asking for you to come back or support me. I know you can't come back. No one has ever come back from the dead. I would love to know if you're okay where you are, though. Shoot me a message. It can be anything. A butterfly kissing my cheek. A dream. A shooting star. Anything. Just let me know you're still there, and you'll always be.
I love you always.
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