Remember when you were a careless eight-year-old kid riding a bike with your friends, racing each other around the neighborhood? Remember that feeling of absolute freedom as you felt the wind in your hair and the smile it put on your face? I never thought I would feel that way again until my friends presented me with the idea of moving to Arizona. At first, I thought the idea was absurd. But then it hit me. I needed to get out of my house.
To clarify, my mental health was in grave danger [and I guess I wasn't doing so great physically either. ]. My parents weren't the most accepting and getting out was something I always dreamed of doing since I was 12. I just didn't think I'd commit to it but here I am, writing in Sam's journal exposing my feelings and truth.
To Sam; thanks a lot. I know you always say that it's what friends are for or whatever but I still want to thank you for everything. Helping me get a chest binder, a new haircut, a mouse; I'll talk about him later; for accepting to be my roommate, and for paying most of my essentials. I'm glad you got me a pet mouse who's brought me more joy than I would've imagined. I appreciate that you let me name him Gustavo and that you helped me take care of him. He's also grateful, even when he attempts to bite us, trust me. I guess that's it because I hear you coming down the stairs lol.
sincerely,
Dan
