You're mad at me for no god damn reason. And you won't even give me a chance to explain. Everyone keeps asking me about you and I don't know anything because your mother wouldn't let me see you and you refuse to talk to me. I can't talk about you with anyone without bursting into tears. You're killing me and you don't even care. All I want is for you to be happy and okay. I tried... I thought I was doing the right thing, but nothing is ever right. No matter what I'm always wrong. In starting to see that more and more, you can never please anyone. So what's the point? I don't know what to do. I've never been able to decipher your mixed messages. I'm scared. I've just been so scared about you. I always say the wrong thing and make things worse. I'm sorry I love you.