November 21st
I received a letter today. The handwriting on the envelope looks like my father's. I haven't seen him in, I don't know, maybe four years. I assume it's one of his typical apologetic ramblings, like the ones I used to get as a kid that he wrote from prison.
I haven't opened it yet. I'm not sure I want to read it. I've spent my life receiving empty promises that, like clockwork, are broken and unacknowledged. My dad's idea of fatherhood is occasional fake empathy and begging of forgiveness.
I can't bring my self to open it. I think I'll put it in a drawer and forget about for now; like he's done to his son for all these years.
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Diary of the Defeated: A Letter
JM Scoviak, 22 Nov 2014

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Diary of the Defeated
Fiksi UmumA collection of journal entries from an unfortunate individual dealing with the torment of his existence.