Everyday I wish to come back to you love. Everyday I wish to bring you good news. Everyday I wish I could tell you my life is where I want it to be, but I can't and I don't know when I will. It is so hard for me not to write you, but things are a mess and I don't know how to tell you. My life has changed, but for better or for worse? I do not know.
Here I am, trying to be the best influence for you. I want to change the world, yet I can't even change myself. Well, that isn't necessarily true. I have changed. I am much different than before, but I don't think it's a good different.
I turned 17 last month. 321 days now until I'm an adult. I wish I could write you every day leading up to then, but you and I both know I won't. I just can't keep letting you down because I'm not only letting you down, I'm also letting down myself.
I don't know.
I need help.
I don't know who I am anymore.
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Letters From Society's Creation
Non-FictionHello and welcome. You can call me Alex. I'm extremely pleased to meet you, if that's the right term to use, since technically we haven't met. Anyway, before you go any further, I'd like to warn you. You're stepping into a dangerous and crazy place...
