Dear Michael,

God, I can't believe my family.

Today we have a family reunion, which I hate because I'm not close to anyone, and my parents spent the entire day telling my family how much they hate who I am. From my wardrobe to my attitude to my music taste. Here's a direct statement from my mom:

"She's trying to hard to be like that one guy in the band, Michael, who looks like he dropped out and is going through a midlife crisis."

Everything I do has to do with the band and it sucks. I try being myself and suddenly it's as if I'm copying someone, which I'm not. You guys help me be myself, and it's coincidental that we have similar tastses. It's irritating to be called a 'copier' and 'wannabe' when you're just trying to be yourself.

So I spent the entire day sitting by the playground while listening to music and watching my younger brother playing on the playground. I tried talking to my cousins but they were busy with others so I just left, I know when I'm not wanted.

I didn't eat much despite all the good they ordered and made. I can't stand eating in front of people, is that weird? I'm not anorexic or bulimic, though I do binge and restrict often. It's weird, I hope you don't have this, I hate it.

When we came home, I immediately got started writing. I wanted to tell you all about this, to get this all off of my chest. My friends wouldn't care. They never care when it's personal problems and stuff like this. I doubt you care honestly, I'm just one in a million.

Lots of love,
Aleigha x

(P.S. you're absolutely wonderful and although you dropped out, you're still amazing and I love you so much. As for the midlife crisis, I'm not sure. I don't know you personally.)