(Told from letter(s) and old paper bags)
I have no idea what the date is or where I am.... I don't even know why I'm still writing.....force of habit I guess. I managed to befriend the owner of a convenience store not too far from here. He has gas and whoop dee DOO I'm broke. His name is Gus, he also offered that if I work for him for a week he would give me some fuel. Thank God! You might not hear back from me for a while. On the brighter side of things I've found some (not enough to get me gas) money and got a stamp and an envelope, it's not much but enough to contact my family, God I wish Gus had a phone. Till then.
-R
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(Letter to An)
Hey An,
I pray to God that you are the only one reading this right now. I'm sorry about....everything, you would be better off not knowing me. I will make this up to you I swear, I'm coming home. I was such an asshole and you have every right to hate me. Everything that we planned is still going to happen I fucking swear. I love you An.
-R
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About An
Teen FictionThis is the journal and journey of Ryder Grayson. Recommend by his therapist (and forced by law) Ryder has to keep a journal for his group therapy discussions. But throughout what he likes to describe as "actual hell on earth" he meets Anabella Will...
