Dear X,
I don't think that anyone in this world has much of a choice. We didn't get to choose to be born, most of us don't get to choose when we die. We don't get to choose our blood relatives or what our body naturally looks like. We don't choose who we fall in love with either. In the words of John Green, "You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you." And we can choose new families or new faces or who we want to be friends with. We can choose who we want to be.
I hugged Parker for a little longer than normal today when I saw him once and I think Madi was upset about that. Maybe I'm imagining things, but I could've sworn she was glaring at me when I turned around. I don't want to make her upset, it's bad enough I'm trying to keep my distance. I miss her, but I'm just trying to not get hurt. Parker told me I speak about her like she's a god, but I don't know how. I tend to speak highly about people I care about. Maybe it's just because she's my best friend and I admire her, I'm not sure. She might as well be a god since she's almost perfect (to me at least).
I got a prank played on me. My mother texted me saying my sister was in a car crash and we'd be going to see her in the hospital this weekend because she was in critical condition and would most likely die within the week. It didn't help that my sister wasn't answering her phone either since she was at work. That fucking cunt faced bitch. I cried my fucking eyes out over her because the only immediate family I care about. I'm sorry, (um no I'm not) but you don't fucking do that to people. You just don't. It wasn't funny and it wasn't a harmless joke to say that my sister is fucking dying with her boyfriend in a cold white room that smells either like death or cleaning supplies. If she thought that was okay then she needs to take a class on common sense.
After that I had a bad day with my parents. I ate the pie I had for supper wrong. I didn't fold the laundry. I didn't start the laundry. I didn't do the dishes. I accidentally dropped a plate. My room wasn't clean. I'm sorry, I'll do it fucking later okay? I'm tired as shit you don't care. Thanks. Assholes.
-Casely
