Dear Friend,
I've determined that this is going to be the final letter. I'm hurt to actually write this because you have helped me so much. Ever since my unofficial letter a lot has really happened. I know I haven't wrote to you in a long time, only because the fact I've been really busy.
I've started school again, which is okay, I guess. I am back to being the loser with no friends. I sit at Sam and I's old table, which has been adopted by a bunch of freshman who talk constantly about Dungeons and Dragons. I tried to bring Rocky Horror up to them and they called me a stupid nerd... which is great... I've used the type writer to write up all my essays and even my math assignments, I just have to enter in the symbols afterward. I was asked to write for the school paper but I declined simply for the fact they wouldn't give me my own column to write about the past school year.
I eat at King's every weekend with Patrick who drives down to talk to me. We go out on the town and see a new sight the first night. Then Saturday night we go down to the Fruit Loop and laugh at the people we see their. On Sunday we go to an IHop or some other food place to eat before he drives back to Washington. I write back and forth to Sam and try and call her once a week. She's doing good and has already got an internship with her teachers.
Mary Elizabeth keeps sending me a copy of Punk Rocky which I love to see in the mail, she even asks me to write columns and take pictures of our town for the magazine which she added a new article entitled "Back Home". Her friend whom sadly doesn't talk to me and I forgot her name, is imprisoned for stealing pants from her new mall.
My sister broke up with "pony-tail" Derek. He hit her and she finally stood up to him. It woke my parents up and everything. He started crying on his hands and knees begging her to take him back and for forgiveness. She denied it and he went on his way. She's now dating a junior in college named Cris. He's a painter and he's taken her to Hawaii and everything.
My brother got kicked out of his school. He was doing great until the little shit head got caught using steroids and lashing out on the coach. He's now living with us and going to the community college. He's applying for different school to try and get in for football again. I think it's Michigan State. He's off the roids but I think he's found a new addiction because every night he is having sex or masturbating in the other room, I hear the moans and him saying "fuck" every five seconds or so.
I'm doing okay. I'm out of the party scene and just living at this point. Being happy and sad like I'm used to being. I still am confused about how such a thing can be, considering they are conflicting emotions and they aren't good paired. My aunt has been informally disowned from our family and I don't think of her as much as I did before the hospital issue a while back.
Well I got to go, Mom made meatloaf tonight and nobody wants to miss out on that. It feels good eating as a family and praying as a family. Sam is coming over next week for an entire MONTH! She is so ahead of her class that she is able to do that. College is so different. Any ways...
Stay Infinite,
Charlie