I tend to withdraw when it all becomes too much. A lot has changed since this summer when I wrote you last, I believe in July or August.

I’ve always avoided taking photographs of my family because it hurts.

Writing this with a heavy heart. Yesterday I arrived in Hilton, a town twenty minutes outside of Rochester, New York. I’m here at my grandma’s Simone’s house, alone with her and my step-grandpa Mike.

Writing has always been my strong suit but I stopped in the tenth grade.