Dear MY GRANDMA AND MY SELF,

Dear Myself, I know it's been very hard lately with religion and moving home after home in the past 7 years. our belief is getting weaker and weaker by the day, and it's hard. i don't even want to be happy anymore because it's been so long since i truly HAVE been happy. it feels good to be sad and angry. it helps us cope with our hurt, but it feels like there's nothing left for me. we want to become an actor or a singer, or an athlete, but we can't even get a decent report card AS A FRESHMAM. we hate school, life, people... and OURSELFS.

Dear Nana, I miss you, and we didn't even get to say goodbye to each other, which sucks... but i need help, wisdom, and just more faith that i can get better. i hope you are okay up there in heaven with our dogs and everyone else up there... IF HEAVEN EVEN IS A REAL THING. help me please.

Your Grandson, Elijah.