Letters to iggy
Dear iggy,
Its been a few days since i turned 17 and its only getting worse.
Ever since I've become aware of how toxic my family and environment is, ive tried to run away at least three times. I hate it so much here. My brother takes from my father and mother and it causes a backlash in which the world has yet to see.
But he just doesnt care.
Him and his trash girlfriend used all the toilet paper and used all my parents tobaccoo and my dad has had an awful day and it only progressively got bad once he noticed my brother had taken his tobaccoo and used all the toilet paper.
My father is an honest man and just wants to make a living and i just want to make him proud of me.
But theres nothing i can do there...
But my brother martin had the audacity to tell me to get a fucking job.
He thinks im not trying. I am 17, not graduated (yet), and im too afraid to ask about help. My dad has enough problems on his chest.
Martin constantly fucks with my mom about how shes on the computer alot, and at first i used to feel the same way, but then it made sense. On the internet you make friendships. Sometimes their stronger than in real life, you talk, you read, you write, and sometimes you even draw beutiful art.
My brother is an awful person.
I just want you to know iggy, that even though things are bad, i'll be leaving soon. Even when he tells me i'll never get out, and if i do, it wont work out. But even if it doesnt work out, i know i wont be abandoned and shipped back home. My friends care about me more than my family, not my parents i assume, but more than martin and mat.
But enough about me, How are you?
Tori told me that you are getting the help you need, I hope that you get out. I miss you.
I have to go get ready, today is laundry day.