Dear H.P.B.
Life is a pain in my arse rioght now: at school, my performance is poor, my home life is driving me mad, my relationships are in a bloody state, and my mind has taken a trip but forgot to invite me. Amongst this utter mess, I still have completely perfect moments, but moments is all they are. And it is those moments that prevent me from moving away from this tornado. The breeze is nioce, and since I have gone deaf in one ear, the noise doesn't bother me much. It's the sight of the swirling mass of destruction that has become my life that frightens me. Just as I want to scream for it to stop taring up the land that is my future, the air is sucked from me and it is too late. To run away. To stay and fight. To save those I love. I am picked up, spinning in a whirlwind that my doubts has formed.
I gotta go now.
Bye H.P.B.
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