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dear Margaret, i'm alone. alone with a stranger again. im starting to not give a fuck. im not jolly anymore. its scary. im not what you call 'beautiful' no more. im waking up, to a new beginning. my future; its bright. not that bright, but pretty fucking amazing. im alone. with no one to cuddle. my eyes, my clothes, the things I wear... i'm tainted. i wish. oh a mighty powerful wish. i wish to be happy in my old neighborhood. i wish for happiness. most of all, a family. when on Christmas day; we will leave cookies with a note and a glass of milk for santa. I never had a childhood like that. at least, you did. You had your parents. I had my aunt. My parents were never there. Not for my first grease musical, not for my holiday chorus sessions, not when i became part of bells and drums, and not even when my teacher promoted me captain of the drumline. its sad. indeed. how is it like to have a dad Margaret? tell me. cause' my moms boyfriend is no example. i havnt slept in days. weeks perhaps effect.... = bags. i try to put makeup on. though i dont need it. who do i need to impress? i always take it all off. i havnt seen my mother. I cant find her. Its harder than finding waldo on a piece of fucking paper.! Tell me its over. tell me i finally made it through. im hanging from a piece of string. ill try to hang on. just letting you know. I. WILL. LET. GO.
~(Insert Name Here) 

Whose the stranger? You are beautiful. Not just those bullshit looks everyone talks about. Like, on the inside. You're an amazing person whose gone through so much shit and still manages to fake a smile at school. And with me, you went to my moms house. You saw how she treated me like crap, but you still had me laughing. Sometimes I wish things were like that too. That i could just go back to Utah and everything will be how it use to be.Even if it was all a lie.. But we can't Brenda. I never had a family like that either. I never wrote Christmas letters to Santa. In my family Santa didn't exists until Joshua came. It was my moms form of torture. My parents did come to everything I was in. My dad would always be proud. My mom would be too. But, you learn that they fake it. To keep us alive. I haven't slept in forever either. I'm starting to look like total shit. And, having a dad is different in everyones case. Mine use to beat the crap out of me so bad I'd go into panic attacks. He use to yell for every little thing I did wrong. and i hated him. But, it wasnt him. It was my mom telling him all the wrong things to make him hate me. So now, I'll tell you. Having a dad, Is like.. Finally being free. Like, you can walk down the South side of Glasgow and not be scared because you have someone there for you. Brenda, I will be that person. I'll walk you down and murder these little losers who try to hurt you. With like.. A penny or something... I'm going to be honest. It's not over. It isn't over until YOU do something about it. Keep hanging on. Because when you're done. I'm done too. I'll have nobody to talk to when I'm sad. I'll have nobody to save me from my psychotic mother and her disgusting perv of a boyfriend. Oh! Correction - Fiancé.
That little piece of string will hold you until YOU cut it and decide to do something about your life, (Insert name here)

Well, yes. I can be exponentially nice.