Pacey,
It's tough here. I look around this place and see so many teenagers just like me. I don't want to be like them. One girl, Tina, has been here for six months. Another guy, Marc, was in three different facilitiesbefore finally coming to this one.

I'm scared. What if I can't get better? What if I'm not able to come home? Even if I do get better, my dad's mad eit pretty clear he's not moving to Capeside. The thought of never seeing you again...that stresses me out more than the thought of being crazy.

So...stay out of trouble and keep those Christy Livingstone's away. I put a lot of effort into you. And if you think I'm going to let some other girl have you you're the one whose crazy.

I hope you're thinking of me. I am always thinking of you....your bright eyes, broad shoulders, and sweet smile. I love you so much it hurts.

Please don't forget me Pacey...you are my world.

Andie

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