Disclamer!: I do not own Hold Still but Nina LaCour does.

Dear Mom,

You piss me off royally most of the time.

~Ingrid

Dear Moon,

Why do you shine away from me? Am I to ugly for you? Am I not good enough for your light? Am I not good enough for you? Do you just HATE me like everyone else? Why are you such a follower? The sun hates me too. It's okay to hate me. I'm used to it.

~Ingrid

Dear Pluto,

I know how you feel. Not being a planet anymore and everything. I feel you. We're outcast. We're frowned upon. No one loves us. No one loves the others.

~Ingrid

Dear People Who Pretend to Care,

Too bad there are none of you. Too bad there isn't a person who cares. There isn't a person who actually gives a shit. No one cares in this world. I don't know why they pretend they do. But when you're someone like me, I guess no one even bothers to pretend to care. What's the point? I'm clearly useless.

~Ingrid

Dear Forever,

Everyone talks about how you're not long enough. How even forever isn't going to be enough time. But I feel like you're too much time. Like even a year is too long. I would never wish forever on anyone. You see for people like me, forever is too long. Forever is just pain and sorrow, and it never ends. Why won't you let it end? You're not a gift. You're a dark and dirty curse.

~Ingrid

Dear Friends,

It's okay. I wouldn't try to save me either. I would have made sure I didn't notice.

~Ingrid