Billy's Room, Wednsday Morning
Apr. 25th, 2007 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
l1ttle_billyBilly had already finished his letter to his mother by the time the drama with his leg and rumors happened, so they hadn't gotten included. Just as well, his Mom didn't need to hear about that.
Dear Mom,
Yes I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written. I’m a horrible son. However, I think I can make up for it, as I can include pictures this time! Pictures that shouldn’t compromise my safety or yours! And thanks to the wonders of this thing called photoshop, the identities of the other people in the pictures are also protected.
So none of those pictures are of the place where I am. There’s some pictures of me in New York, Ocean City, and even Tokyo.
Ami and I are still dating, despite our having a few, eh, difficulties. We worked them out and we’re fine. Part of that might be my going to therapy. I know, took me long enough to see what the courts already said, but the important thing is I’m going right? It’s almost like we got a shrink just at the right time. I’ve had some helpful converstions with some of the teachers, and Blair’s helping me meditate, but there’s nothing like that couch when you wanna talk.
And now that I’ve made you worry, it’s nothing serious. Nothing you didn’t already know about, I just didn’t want to face it. I tried to completely pretend the past didn’t happen, and that didn’t work.
Friends help though. Making some new ones again. Or at least new friendly aquaintences. Which, I guess is good because I just had to say goodbye to a few.
Well, that’s all to tell you for now. I’ll try not to wait so long before I write again.
Love,
Billy
P.S. Fandom is still weird.
Grabbing the envelope, Billy headed out for the day.
Dear Mom,
Yes I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written. I’m a horrible son. However, I think I can make up for it, as I can include pictures this time! Pictures that shouldn’t compromise my safety or yours! And thanks to the wonders of this thing called photoshop, the identities of the other people in the pictures are also protected.
So none of those pictures are of the place where I am. There’s some pictures of me in New York, Ocean City, and even Tokyo.
Ami and I are still dating, despite our having a few, eh, difficulties. We worked them out and we’re fine. Part of that might be my going to therapy. I know, took me long enough to see what the courts already said, but the important thing is I’m going right? It’s almost like we got a shrink just at the right time. I’ve had some helpful converstions with some of the teachers, and Blair’s helping me meditate, but there’s nothing like that couch when you wanna talk.
And now that I’ve made you worry, it’s nothing serious. Nothing you didn’t already know about, I just didn’t want to face it. I tried to completely pretend the past didn’t happen, and that didn’t work.
Friends help though. Making some new ones again. Or at least new friendly aquaintences. Which, I guess is good because I just had to say goodbye to a few.
Well, that’s all to tell you for now. I’ll try not to wait so long before I write again.
Love,
Billy
P.S. Fandom is still weird.
Grabbing the envelope, Billy headed out for the day.
