To my dearest Edla,
You don’t seem to remember my existence anymore. The only times you do remember are when I remind you myself. I don’t blame you—I’m not someone worth remembering—but I find it kind of sad. Sometimes I feel like I have a lot of friends, while other times I feel like I have no friends. You were one of very few people I considered friend even in my darkest hour. Now you’re gone, and you don’t even remember that time. I really don’t know what to say.
Nobody worth a damn