Dear Luke,
I haven't written to you in so long. I stopped because you had stop replying. You never write me anymore and its gotten to be very lonely. Its my birthday today, I didn't get your usual letter wishing me one.
Are you even reading this? Im going to assume not. Thankfully my birthday falls on one of the tea days. I'm sad that you can't be
here, but I'm also glad you aren't. Who would want to be locked in an asylum? Its lonely here, everyone looks at me strangely. Except theres this one girl.
Her name is Christine. She makes the blue, baggy, and unpleasant clothes look flawless. She wears no makeup (no one is allowed to anyway) and her hair is a mess, yet she still finds a way to look gorgeous.
Anyway, how is Mali? And mom. I worry about them a lot. Well, tell them all that I love them and miss them. Well that is if you read it.
Love,
Calum
