A letter from Aug 10, 2022

happy 18th birthday, *******!! as you write this, you're 14, nearly 15, waiting to run yo *** outta your house and go live with james and his family. well? did you, huh? probably not, baby. it's okay to be nervous. but you promised me when you turned 18 you'd be living with james, so you better be now. don't fail me again, tightass. anyways, glad that you're still alive ((you kinda gotta be to read this)). i was counting on the fact that we were gonna die before 18. did you try? did you still want to? how's it feel to be without jon, baby? our only dad figure, huh? does it still hurt? do you still have his urn necklace on you? take great care of it if you do, mama doesn't have any replacements for us anymore did you get on T? do you look like a dude yet? you better, the legal age to get it is 16. keep on that tranny-path, gayboy. anyways, i hope you got out of the mindset we have. i hope you're happy, and have a little job.. that you're caring for people now. i hope you're happier and cleaner. see you when you die, baby. love you