[RECONSTRUCTING] whalien 52 »˚tk

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Alphabet Boy,

I went back home today. It was torture, it was as if they were sticking needles into my heart. It was torture, to be back in this small secluded room, writing fucked up letters to you. You know I hate my own home. I hate being mistreated, being treated as if I was a thing on auction to be sold.

Fairylight and Autumn went with me today, they went and took me home. It was all nice, we ate and talked and talked and talked and talked a lot until I felt tired. That was good. I like talking, I like to talk a lot. I never want to hear silence again. Because when I lie on my bed, with my earphones plugged into my ears, I start thinking of you again.

Then I'll think about you all night, think about everything that I did between us, everything I want to possibly happen to us, if you'll talk to me again or if you'll ever be the same. Then I won't sleep again.

And I don't want that. I want none of those overthinking thoughts.

I never told my parents about it because Eomma and Appa will probably send to a psychiatric doctor and think I was officially going crazy. You know, they never trust me with anything, always treats me like a child that can't handle a challenge.

Ani.

I am crazy already.

I asked Fairylight today, amongst all of us who're friends, I asked him who he thinks is the most mature one. I was surprised when he answered me that I was the most mature. Me? Mature? That's a nice joke.

Okay, no- it was kinda ironic, because I was the second to the youngest among all of us. And young people make mistakes often, right? That's what they say, and it's true. They decide things too quickly without thinking about other things further, that's why young people make mistakes, and they do learn from them. I finally told Autumn about you.

He sighed and said it was going to be alright. I can see his concern evident in his face.

They went home late, and I was alone again.

Was it?

Whalien.