I Have No Idea What’s Going On

Shortest post ever:

I got my last letter from Garry so long ago. (Okay, only a few weeks). When it came in the mail, my dad and brother mocked me to the point where I got pretty upset and have been to ashamed to even look at the letter let alone respond to it. I didn’t even want to write this blog! My dad’s whole argument is that he doesn’t want a prisoner to know his address…he knows he’s on death row and in California-the literal other side of the country. It’s impossible that he’d break out and show up on our doorstep. He’s just being unrealistic. Then he went on to say that because Garry draws me pictures that he’s “obsessed” and “in love with me.” Yeah right. He’s locked in a room 24 hours a day with a pen and paper-what else is he supposed to do? Hell, when I’m bored I draw too (of course not NEARLY as good!) I know I shouldn’t let him get to me, but then again, I have yet to respond to his letter or even take it out of the envelope more than the initial reading. Am i subconsciously agreeing with my dad? I hope not. I forced myself to sit down and write this post, so I will force myself to reread my letter and write him back. I’m being ridiculous-I have no idea what’s going on with me.

 

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