Heya Hel,

Heya Hel,

2bl sorry 4 not msgin back right away. I wuz in church, and you know my fam, they crazy serious about G. I no, my last msg mighta been kinda mean, but ur letter wuz totally buggin. If I hurt ur feelings, 3pl sorry. But my moms, she aint doing so good these days. They be abusin her. Im under all this pressure, we all under this pressure. I luv u, I rly do, but I dunno what I do w/o her. Wouldnt be able to liv.

All that chatter in ur letter bout how we still gotta sacrifice, that dont apply here. I got my moms problems, so I get to pick and choose what other shit to deal with. Yall just gotta deal. I already gave up.

I try and block it out, try and bury myself in my headfones, but it aint helping. I keep hearing her moans in my sleep. Its too late, shes too far gone they say. Coulda done something earlier they say, if only. But nah, it’s too late. All I can do is write in my diary bout it, write down everything Im a gonna forget about her. But whats the use? They say it helps, but I feel like Im inkin wit milk, just writin to write, doin it to make myself feel better.

I try and laugh bout it, try and thinka everythin my moms has raised. Danny from round the way. The orange tree out back. Even lil Rex.

I noticed that wit ur letter, u included a photo of us and moms. Thats one messed up pic; we look so happy, rdy to do anything, rdy to eat steel and shit bricks. Did you mean for it to be a big fuck you? So sad how we messed things up so bad. Ill miss you.

Alright, you take care now, Lenny