Dear Mum
I've gathered by now that you and dad don't want to haven anything to do with me and now that I am old enough to realise what I have done, I don't blame you. What I did when I was little was vile. It was repulsive and I can't believe that I was even led into something like that. By now I've got used to the people in here and they aren't as bad as I used to think they were. I actually quite like them, they aren't that bad at all however what some of them have done is really fucked up (excuse my language) so I try to be careful but then at the same time they're my friends and I know they won't do anything in here. George has become a massive prick. I don't really like seeing him around the place, reminds me of what happened and that is in the past. I thought that it would be worth writing to you one more time, just so that you know honestly, from the bottom of my heart. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I brought so much shame to the family. I'm sorry that I haven't been the son you wanted. I' sorry that you never got to have any of the memories that you probably wanted to have with me. I just feel like my life has been one fucked up dream and that I keep hoping that one day I'll wake up and you and dad will be there and we can do the things that we haven't ever had the chance to do. I have to go now as I'm going to be in a play at the institution. I'm rather nervous for it but I think it'll do alright. Hope you and dad have a good life.
Goodbye
Love Robert
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