Dear Evan Hansen,

Today's not going to be a good day, and here's why. Ever since you "stepped into the sun," I feel like your shadow has fallen over my world. I was doing okay when Connor died- not great, but okay. Then you came into my life and made up a brother I never had, created a fake past that my parents and I believed in for months, and manipulated me into loving you. I never wanted to play the grieving girl, yet that's exactly what you made me do.

You dragged me and my entire family into your game of pretend. All the world's a stage, and you were our puppet master Evan. I don't care if you were "trying to help"- I never asked for this. My parents are together now, but if a lie helped bring them together how can I know that the truth won't break them apart again?

My family and I had the right to mourn Connor however we wanted- the real Connor, not whoever it was you conjured up. And you took that from us. Even now, I'll see the stars I drew on my jeans or a photo of me with highlights in my hair and smile, thinking, Connor liked that about me. Then I remember: none of it was true- it was just another lie on your resume.

How am I supposed to trust anyone ever again, when I can't even trust my memories? I obviously am not good at figuring out when someone's lying to me. I've tried to go on dates, but as soon as I get that butterfly feeling in my stomach, I wonder, Can I trust this? Can I trust them? I don't know what was real or fake in our relationship, Evan, and I don't know if I ever will.

I don't even know why I'm writing this- it's not like you'll ever read it. I just, after all you put me through, can't handle people saying that you're not the liar that I knew.

Sincerely,

Zoe