Dear Lyra,

The house is not too bad anymore. I've been here for a good two weeks, so I'm not exactly a new guy anymore which is nice.

I talked to a couple of the guys around here and some are cool, other's not so much. I had to cut someone in self defesnive and...now, let's say I have a reason to wear the mask.

I talked to a boy named Jack for a while, he's nice. He has a gravely voice and he talks to me about his old life before he became who he is today.

I kinda feel selfish for doing what I did. Nothing was too bad, I was just overdramatizing it. Jack had so much more happen and I feel bad for doing what I did.

Enough about pitying me though now, haha. I hope Jesus is treating you well up there. I hope Grandma is with you. I hope your wounds are better now.

I miss you.

You're dear brother, Toby