Letter from D!$n&yF@n@t!c

Dear Editor,

Sorry I've been so out of touch lately. Ever since I got back from vacation, I've been so busy with stuff. So I'll try to put my vacation in one blog.

Okay, so let's go back to my birthday first. That was so much fun! My sister and her friends took me out. We met up with my friends at McGuire's. Sat and had a few drinks for about 30 minutes. Then we headed over to Republic. My sister was able to get us in VIP, sweeeeet. Though you aren't supposed to drink there unless you're 21, I had way too many. Then I started taking shots... I DON'T EVEN LIKE SHOTS!! Well, needless to say, I don't remember getting home last night. My sister's friend Clint apparently brought us home. Crazy night, man. But it was a total success!

So we left for Mobile the next day. We left in the evening, so we got there around 10. It was just a stop so we wouldn't have such a long ride to Orlando. Once we got to Orlando, we were in paradise. We ended up staying at the Grand Floridian Resort & Spa for a whole week! We lounged around the hotel a lot and did some Disney stuff that we hadn't done. For instance, we played some putt putt courses in Disney World. They were so cool! I ended up getting the day's high score on one of the courses. I was on fire!

I'm not really going to go into a day-to-day detail about everything. Let's just say it was a fantastic vacation filled with fun birthday surprises including a white chocolate Mickey with a name tag made of chocolate! It was pretty cool. There was only one down side to the whole vacation. After one late night hanging out at other hotels with my brother and my friend Gabby whom we hung out with, we got back to the hotel room and went to sleep. At around 4 in the morning, we wake up hearing spastic movement and groans from Stephen's bed. He was having a seizure. Everyone jumped out of bed rushing to his aid. Mom scrambled around the room searching for the icing while Dad stayed with Stephen supporting his head. Once Mom found the icing, she placed it on his gums, and he began to come out of it. This was the first time I had ever seen him have a seizure (he has had two prior). I can honestly say that it was one of the scariest things I have seen in my life. That obviously excludes horror films, since this was real life. He's on medication now. I honestly worry about that kid..

Anyway, let's talk about something more cheerful, eh? I finally got a job. I began work at Romaguera Photography last Monday. I can honestly say that I love my job. The energy is great and the people are so much fun. I work full time, 9 to 5, which is really tiring. But it's worth it. I'm getting paid a good bit, and I love it.

So, Editor, I'm sorry about this lull. It won't happen again. I'll start writing to you more frequently again. Thanks for everything


Sincerely,

D!$n&yF@n@t!c

Letter from fckthwrld

Editor, I wish I could just tell you everything that was on my mind right now, but I can't for obvious reasons. I want to just curl up in a ball and cry. I don't understand people. Things could be going on in a person's life that could be so life changing and important to one's future. But no one seems to realize that the slightest push could send somebody off a cliff. (Metaphorically speaking, of course). You post one option on a website that says "Answer Anonymously" and suddenly a normal, kind person turns into this little red bastard with horns. They say they want to help you, but in the end, they know that it only hurts.

I don't know what to do. I'm drowning in my own emotions. I was so headstrong and dedicated to my purpose only two days ago. Suddenly these people think they know everything and can tell me what I'm doing wrong. What they don't know is that I'm handling everything the way I should be. I try to do the right thing. I could be like all the others, running. But I'm not. I'm not afraid of this. I want to be the one person who can be counted on. No one seems to believe that I can do that. Well, just wait.

Oh, Did you know? We still talk. EVERY DAY. We talk about everything. We're so close, but hey, no one cares. If we're not "together", then something must be wrong. So what? The one thing that matters is that we aren't fighting, we are on extremely good terms, and we're going to stick everything out. Fuck everyone else. I'm so sick of you people not believing in me, my friends, or anyone. I'm sick of being taken for a cheap bastard. I know what I need to do. Everyone who thinks I'm doing something wrong, go fuck yourselves. I'm done with you. You don't think I have it hard enough? You think this is easy? God damnit, I'm going through hell. I'm with her every step of the way. I'm not an ass. I have my balls in tact. Don't forget about her though, she's going through hell, too. We look out for each other. It's what FRIENDS and COMPANIONS do. We want the best for each other. So much even, that the other night we were disputing about how to handle it.

Looking out for each other. That's what we're doing. That's how we're going to get through this. And that's how we can ignore all of you ignorant fucks. Goodnight.

Sincerely,

fckthwrld