thoughts from anexity filled nights

night 2

Sorry mother.

We won't be going to London in the near future. I failed my math test badly. If I got one question right I'll be the happiest person alive.

I got an F,8/40.

Sorry father.

I'm sorry for not trusting you. That I'm afraid to tell my most inner thoughts about life,in fear of you getting angry.

I'm afraid to tell you about my girlfriend,and about how much I love her.

Sorry my sister.

For not trusting beacuse you'll just tell mom. Even the smallest of things like that yes,I used her mascara ONCE.

I got yelled for that. Badly.

Sorry brother.

Mother told me to not tell you that I'm depressed.