Day II

Ocean, ocean, ocean

Dear Friend,

Moral is low. Already? Already. I’ve noticed that i’m made fun of more when I am with my family than any one else that I am with. This. Is. Odd. I know that it comes across as me being overly-sensitive, but when you are living this close to family members for this large amount of time, you bleed your feelings and your heart is worn vulnerably on your sleeve. I confronted Dad about this. He feels bad, but it’s not him. It’s my older brother.

Reading “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”. It makes me feel envious for 9 year olds everywhere. I love this book. I love Grease. I also love Grease for telling me that I need to read this book.

I miss Scott Perry. I miss Justin Granger. I miss Andrew Mcgill. I think about Jeremi Mattern, but I don’t think that I miss him. Is that rude? Can one be rude in therapeutic journal letters? I think about Scott because I think about what he would do, then I miss him and wonder when I’ll see him again. I miss Justin because he would want me to DRINK A LOT. Is today sunday? No. It’s Tuesday. Maggie is gone. I will think about Justin and her today. They’re sad somewhere. I miss Andrew because I had duck for the second time last night. The first night was with him. I think about Jeremi because he went on a cruise and told me about it. My memory of his experience gives me advice on activities. I don’t think that I miss him because I never see him anyway.

I dream of Noelle still. But this past one she had braces. Did she ever have braces? Her teeth are nice.
I should embrace the people that I miss and see it as a reflection on who I should hang out with more.
Oh, I also miss Kevin Tomas. I think about him when I drink coffee.


It felt really good to write this for some reason.,

Andy