Dear Erin, 17.02.16
Mums been drinking her life away. We don't even talk anymore. Last time we talked we ended up in a fight and she screamed at me, saying that I was a mistake and have ruined her life. I no longer live at home, I share a small apartment with a boy name Ashton. I think you would really like him, he is nice and funny. He is cool to chill with. He is great company, along with the other two boys that frequently come to visit. They get my mind off of you when they are around, but when I am left alone, I come crashing down like a skyscraper. Nothing will be there to keep my thoughts from you, like now. Ashton can tell I'm hurting and he really seems worried about me. At least he is better than my Therapist.
How's life where you are? Where are you exactly? Is there a heaven and hell like the world contradicts? Or is that something that the sly fucker who wrote the bible made up? It wouldn't surprise me. Did it hurt dying?
The voices in my head are getting worse, I read in your diary that they were threatening to take you over. My voices I believe are going to do the same eventually, maybe even sooner than thought. Who knows. I surely don't.
Your father is better, he has found a new girl the last I heard. Are you okay with him moving on so easily? I also read the things he used to do to you. Erin, you should of seeked help. The things he done were disgusting! I am really sorry that you had to deal with that. Nobody should ever have that happen to them. The hate I have for your father just made me snap my pencil. Lucky I have spears. I'll go before I accidentally set the house on fire.
Love like always,
Michael Clifford
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