It's Okay || l.h [completed]

Letter Five

Dear reader,

I need advice. I need someone to talk to. But not some fake who's only listening to me for money. I'm sure they would be able to help, but I can never be sure that they actually care.

I guess that's what you are for. What you, reader, this pen, and this paper are for. I'm writing down all my pain and worries onto this piece of paper which may never be found. This story might never be told.

I can't believe that all this pain just started one day when my mum said she didn't feel one hundred percent and that she thought she should go get it checked out.

She didn't feel one hundred percent.

Well, that was a slight understatement...

God, I don't even know what to think anymore. It's been two months since she ... and people are saying that I need to start moving on. I need restart the band into its full swing again and I need to get my life back on the tracks.

But all I want to do is build myself a cave of bedsheets and just go in there and hibernate for the next few years.

I am seriously considering quitting the band and leaving the country. Go somewhere, I don't know where, and just start my life again, get a different job that isn't so dependent on me.

I wish the others could just go on without me. But I know they can't, just like if Michael or Ash or Cal left, the three left would not be able to go on without the missing person. We're a four-piece band, and always will be until the end.

However far away that time is...

You see, I need someone to talk to about all this. Unfortunately there's only you, someone who may never actually read this.

I don't even know if I actually want anyone to read this.

From, Luke.