Introduction

Hey Michael,

If you’re reading this then I guess that means I finally succumbed to the guilt you left me with.  I wish I could say that I don’t know what you’re going through, but that would be a complete an utter lie.  Of course I know.  I’m hoping that by writing this I can help you somehow.  Though I can’t say it feels totally right.  I’m a year in now, at college and loving life.  I know it won’t last but I’m making the most of what I have.  There’s something inside of me that knows I’m different to everyone else, something that eats away at me.  Maybe I just don’t want to admit it.  Maybe I’m happy with the way things are.

I still live at home, I’m seventeen after all.  Mum and Dad are……great I guess….by that I mean they don’t bother me much.  Yeh they’re constantly fussing over me to the point where I want to tell them to ……. You get the idea.  I have one best friend Sophie.  We’re not going out or anything so don’t get your hopes up, but she’s nice.  Sorta girl-next-door meets Rambo.  Just kidding.

It’s really difficult to write this.  Who knows what will be useful to you and what will be just mindless bilge.  I guess I’ll never really know.  I wish you could write back, tell me how you’re doing, but I guess that’d sorta break every law imaginable.  Plus you’d have to be pretty inventive.

Struggling now, so I’ll sign off,

Take care of yourself Michael,

Your partner in time,

Joel

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