Fuck Up.

I am a fuck up. There is no way to deny it. I cannot do anything right and therefore I am i major fuck up.

I can't even help a friend with out doing something wrong.

Why me? I can't deal with being criticized everyday. I can't deal with every bad grade I get being sent home.

Could you just tell me that I did something right? For once? For once tell me it's not my fault. I try to do the right thing, but it never works out. Instead I do something, anything. And, it's wrong.

Who even gives a shit anymore. I know I don't. And it's all thanks to you. Thanks mom for not making me care. Thanks for scaring me. Do you know that I'm terrified about coming home if I think I've gotten a bad grade? I'm scared of how you'll react. Did you know that? And, sometimes I don't even want to come home. Since I'm saying all this, I'll tell you that I want to run away sometimes. I want to run, far away from here, maybe even to another country.

Sorry. Sorry I'm such a fuck up. Sorry I can't be perfect. I'm sorry for everything.