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dear michael,

two days before the group therapy.

i tried to tell my mom that i'm absolutely fine, and not depressed. i told her that i write to you pretty often, and it's not about you that makes me not being active.

she thinks not going outside, and listening to rock and roll music means i'm depressed. what a stupid thought it is, i don't really get it.

she was like, 'honey, you don't have to hide your feelings. i know you're sad that michael is gone. maybe you can make friends there.'

and i was like, 'no, mom. just because my best friend moved away, and i listen to rock and roll don't mean i'm depressed. it's different.'

and the argument kept going on and on like that, but she didn't change her mind. not even a bit. she's so determined of her choice. even if it's me involved.

there's two days more before the group therapy, pray for me, mikey.

love,
ashton

ps. thanks for snacks you sent me, they're delicious. by the way, have you gone to disney land yet? i heard it's incredible, and i know you love mickey, right? mickey mikey. ha-ha

pps. write for me some more, yeah? don't eat while writing because your letter smelled like pizza.

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i think i'll update two chapters every time i do the update. so yeah.

sorry for any gramma mistake, and i really hope you enjoy this!

xx

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