To: sophiecorallancaster1994@gmail.com
From: bethanyroseobrien94@gmail.com
Subject: Failing
Date: March 10th 2014
I'm failing my classes. On every assignment I'm getting a low grade. I don't think I'm cut out for this, Soph. Its so difficult to store all the information in my head when my head is so fuzzy I can barely choose what to wear in the morning. Its like I have a broken radio stuck in my brain. The constant white noise, and every now and again I hear unknown voices talking, interrupted by the odd song.
I never wanted to do this anyway, I only did it so that I could help people in situations like mine. But I was never the intellectual one, you were. I wanted to be a receptionist for goodness sake, not to be counselling every nutter in the country. Plus, I'm sending e-mails to a dead person, I am in no fit state to be helping others.
If I don't get my act together soon I'm going to have to drop out. To be honest, that doesn't feel like such a bad thing. But, if you could sprinkle some good luck over me from whichever cloud you are lying on, that would be much appreciated.
I hope you're okay.
Love, Beth x
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