Letters To The World. Love, An Ordinary Human

Letter 2

Dear World
   Has anyone listened to Dear Evan Hansen? I'm asking because in the musical Evan Hansen writes letters to himself and I kind of want to do what he did. So, without further delay, here is my attempt at a letter.

Dear World,
  Today was a bad day, and here's why.  I didn't go to school today. My mom drove up to the school, all the while asking me what was wrong. Here's some more backstory on that.

All weekend my mom has been talking about how we don't talk to her anymore. Which, in all fairness, is pretty true. I don't mean to ignore and reject her like I do, I just seem to shut down at her house.

Anyway, she kept asking, getting more and more upset. When we finnaly got to school, I broke down crying. She kept asking what was wrong, but I didn't know. I still don't know what was wrong. I never realized I didn't talk to her until she brought it up anf now that she keeps asking, I feel like something is wrong but I don't know what it is.

So I didn't go to school today. We drove to Starbucks and she got a coffee and a sandwich and we went to our house. We talked and ate and then went to the laundromat to do laundry. The day was going well enough. We got food, went home and went to pick up my sister. Then all hell broke loose.

When we picked up my sister, she had called my dad to see who was picking her up. I can't seem to remember what was wrong with that, but I do remember my mom finding out my sister's phone was being spyed on by I think three people. My phone could be being wacthed at this very moment. The not talking to my mom had gotten worse, and we had to go to a friend's house to do something. No one said anything that car ride. Except for my mom who was yelling at us to talk. We didn't.

We got to the house and she walked in, my sister crying. When we got home, I told my mom how I didn't know what was going on and why I felt this way. That moment felt nice. It was over soon, though, when she had to go to work. I didn't want to go to my dads house, he can be horrible sometimes. We went, though and now I'm here, sitting in my room while I'm supposed to be asleep, writing this letter.

I just looked at the time, Jesus Christ. It's late, I should go to bed. I think I'm going to do these letters in this style from now on. I suggest you listen to Dear Evan Hansen, it's a very good musical. I should go.

Love, An Ordinary Human