Em,
Wow, it's so weird calling you Em. All this time you've been mad at me, I always felt obligated to call you Emma. Like Em was just a little too personal, and you didn't want me to go there. Not that I would blame you for it.
Things here are going about as well as to be expected. My mom and dad are struggling to get over their alcoholism, and slowly I think they're beating it. I almost feel proud of them. Maybe if they had done it a little sooner, I would actually feel proud. I don't though. It took them too long. No more living in the past right?
So Ellie and Jay, huh? I guess I may have seen that coming a while ago. I feel so bad though, leaving her all alone. If you say she's doing good though, then I'll believe it. I wish you would tell me that you're doing good. Maybe then I could ease some of this worry I've been keeping inside of me.
It feels to me that I've said all this stuff, yet I look and there's hardly anything writen on this sheet of paper. I feel as though I'm giving you myself, and it looks like crap. Just tell me that you understand. That you accept what I have to say.
Well, I have to go for now. I'll write you back as soon as you write to me. I guess it's like we're pen pals now. As stupid as that sounds. Bye.
Love always,
Sean