7:15 PM
Friday, February 20, 2009
"Hey, mummy. For the past few years, I have been wondering. Why am I like this? What is happening to me now?
I have been thinking about it and I think I know why is it that I'm so out of touch and so.. not what you want me to be. Laziness and low self-esteem. I usually get very put off by criticism, and even the simplest obstacle really stops me from trying again.
You always say to me: 'Why can't be you be like other children?' I'm sorry, mum. Stress is really building up, and I'm just tired of everything, and anything. I know you would love a daughter that is smart, hardworking and obedient and all that.
I'm sorry that I've hurt you by doing this.
But I really, really just want to run away from it all. I can't live up to everybody's expectations. Tell every single person that done me wrong, 'I forgive you.'. Tell those that loved me, 'Thank you.'.
And to you, and daddy:
I'm sorry, I love you."
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She let out a muffled sob, and dropped the video camera that she was holding.
Rushing to the opened window, she looked down.