Dear Mr. Day [Alex Day] {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 5

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Dear Mr. Day,

I guess you're right. Maybe I shouldn't be so focused on just fitting in. I guess different is okay too. It's just a weak point. I think I feel, that in a ghettoized way, too many people are focused on not fitting in, which creates this whole big mass of individuals who are just trying to outdo everyone else, and nobody's happy.

I'm not really sure why I'm so worried about you reading these, I guess I'm just not used to actually having conversations to people anymore, especially not like this, being so open. It's a sob story, I know, but there's nothing left to cry about.

Asking about my day probably won't help my sob story, but you asked and so I'm going to fill up this letter telling you about it. In honesty, today was hard. In more ways than one, but the main reason was my parents. My Father left my Mother this day a few years ago, and I guess she's still a bit sore on the topic. They had been fighting a lot, you know, that usual thing, but one day my Father was in such an outrage over money or something that he just left, and he never came back. He wouldn't even talk to my Mum, so I've no idea how they signed the Divorce Papers. I remember when he left. I was in my room, and I could hear them screaming, louder than usual, and then I heard a door slam shut loudly, and I knew it was over.

I would always feel very guilty over my Father leaving, because they were fighting over me. It was the same topic they'd been fighting over for months, but I guess he was just kind of done with everything. That's okay though, because in those months, I stopped loving him. He was always stressed out and would snap at my Mum and I, and I was just a bit done with him. He wasn't a bad guy, and in his defense, I guess it was my fault that he was acting that way. But it still makes me feel better to blame him, and Mum never likes it when I say it was my fault. "Don't say that," she'd say, "You didn't do anything wrong."

I just don't think she likes to admit to herself that it's my fault, to be honest.

Sincerely,

A

Dear A,

I highly doubt that it was your fault. Even if I don't know what they were fighting about, that doesn't make it your fault. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.

I am sorry to hear about your parents, I bet that must've been hard on you. But I guess if your Father left, then maybe it was for a reason? God, I guess that sounded rude of me. What I mean is that if your parents had been fighting for so long, I guess it's good he left before it was too much. Okay, I'm sorry, I'm crap at sympathy. I really do feel bad though, I don't want you to feel sad. Even if I've never met you, I consider you a friend and I don't like when my friends have to go through things like this.

All I'm saying is that it wasn't your fault your parents got divorced, A. Don't be too hard on yourself, you're only hurting yourself.

Sincerely,

Alex

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Alex is apparently crap at sympathy. Wanna know what I'm crap at? Updating. And writing. And making long chapters. (I really hate my writing abilities right now ugh)

I hope you're at least mildly satisfied with this update, and I promise the next one won't take two months. I'm estimating about a week?

[PS: May I also add that this chapter was supposed to be up a lot earlier but Wattpad was under maitenence]