Post by Tylar Bethany Glade on Sept 23, 2010 5:03:44 GMT
[The following are all in a plastic container, usually kept hidden in one of Tylar's drums.]
Yo, Sarah,
How's everything for you? I can just imagine. Perfect, because that's how your life goes. In a good way, don't worry. Not doing the double faced best-friend-bitch thing. You just have a way of going into a new situation and being completely cool and happy.
I know I haven't written to you. There's been a lot of shit going on. I'm sorry. Basically, Mom got shot of me, and sent me up to some boarding school in N. Dakota. It's specially for kids like me - not deaf ones, but musicians. Oh, and artists, actors, writers and dancers. It's great here, and I've made tonnes of new friends, one of them being the Easter Bunny.
The part I didn't mention about my new fab life? It's a fucking psychiatric hospital. Google us: St. Dympha's Freak Show. Got labelled with a load of things when I moved (you don't wanna know, seriously) and...yeah. Oh, did I tell you about my oh-so-clever shrink? No? He thinks I'm a masochist or something. I know! Fucking ridiculous... Oh, wait.
I miss you. Some kid tipped me off that they read all the letters before they get sent out, and I wouldn't send it to you anyway. But it's nice to pretend that I am, or to pretend that I get replies. If you have written to me, I doubt Mom will pass it on...so.
T.
