Dear Ashbutt

"Writing letters is a good way to express things I usually find hard to communicate."

Dear Ash,

Yep, I was mad. I feel a little shoved aside. First of all, because I'm younger and limited to certain things so theres a lot of experiences I can't share with you and won't ever be able to because you've outgrown some of them. Secondly, you've got a girlfriend that you adore, love, and most likely want to spend every waking moment with. And thirdly, because it's been a while since I've been able to talk with you about serious stuff, someone else has always been around or we were busy with something else.
I'm harboring, it's true. I've been harboring. Today I let loose though. It felt good to scream in Wil's face about what a "piece of shit" (my exact words) he was. Some of my followers might find it a little hard to believe the anger I've put forth towards that villan, but I'm only as nice as the person sitting next to me. Back onto the topic of todays fight; it was exhilirating. I shouted it all for once. Even Morgon was on my side when he said "I hate my father". Not exactly something to encourage, but it made me smile because I know he knows whats right, and he knows his "father" is wrong.
I even stepped over the line a bit when I invited Morgon to come up to my room and away from the fighting 'rents. Wil of course blew a pipe, and I fought right back. When he told my mom to fix me I jumped back with a "fix yourself you piece of shit". It felt releasing, relieving, and downright good. He tried to tell me that I didn't have a family, and that my family now wasn't mine. It hurt, it got me, but I took it by name and pointed to my mom. "Shes my family and always has been." It got to me though. I almost did it. I almost did it. I almost did it.. almost. If not for being told to call those who serve to help the citizens I would have. I would have. I almost did it.
I can't get it out of my head. Every argument is never enough, I always want more. I always can't wait for the next one. Each time I feel myself growing bigger, stronger, angrier, more relieved that I argued and stood up. Whats even better is he sees it and hes afraid. I see that he is. In everything. He avoids arguing with my mom around me, he avoids walking in front of me or even behind. He doesn't even watch me when I know I'm doing something he doesn't like. I feel powerful and happy. I feel like, for a lack of a better phrase, Chief Bromden, or even R.P. McMurphy.
Anyways, theres my serious talk for now. The real reason I started writing this is because I wanted to hang out today. I can't even describe how much I was looking forward to it and to gushing to you about the present I bought you today. I think I'm going to get off now and read with the Sammy, and the beagles I found today. You should come see them, their pretty cute.

Tayface.