Dear Reader,
Truthfully, I’m not in a good place. I really shouldn’t be writing this letter to you, because if it’s supposed to be all “Rah! Rah! Read my story,” I’m going to suck at that.
I had all these ideas about how life was supposed to be, and how I was supposed to be with friends—my chosen family—in it. I had these notions that after graduation from high school, things were just going to get better, you know? Our bro crew moving forward together in all the ways that made us close to begin with, only more. And then it detonated.
Life got smaller. I got smaller.
My friends have ditched me. I’m looking at the shrapnel of my life, unsure how that happened.
I’m angry.
I’m hurt.
I’m alone.
And for some reason, I can’t get this horrible thought out of my head that it IS all my fault.
And it sucks.
So, Rah! Rah! Enter at your own risk,
Griffin