Dear Santa
Merry Christmas, old man.
It's been so long since I've done anything so vacuous yet so nostalgic.
So I decided I might as well go the whole hog and enter my wish here as well. Stupid, I know.
Necessities are the mother of invention. But these necessities can also be the root cause of something bad. The need to survive- money. The need to feel something- obsession. The need to feel nothing- drugs. The need to live, and not to simply exist- ambition.
What I need, though, is purpose.
I can't go to school without being stared at like a freak. It's self inflicted, yes. But I just don't know what to do anymore. My mother has been disconnecting herself from us. My father- he is simply non existent. Is it too much to ask for? A normal, attentive dad? He just shows up for formalities at the hospital. I wish we didn't need his money and were better off without him. We would be much better of without him.
It makes me sick.
The smell of hospitals, people showing fake sympathy for my family and me, my parents fighting all the time- it just makes me sick.
It's not their fault, though. Just the fact that I'm writing a damn letter to practically nobody shows how pathetic I am.
Enjoy your Christmas,
Steph xoxo
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bleh bleh bleh what have I written?
Somebody explain why
Merry Christmas y'all♥ Stay safe, and even though the weather is cool, you gotta stay hydrated so drink a lot of water and eat healthy :-)
Love,
Ali
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