Sooo… I’m pretty much I failure.  I’m sorry for everything.  When you see my grades, you will be dissapointed, I will be dissapointed, but it’s nobody’s fault but my own.  I hate that this is happening.  I have discovered what I want to do, but it’s a joke to think that I could actually do it.  If I can’t take care of myself, how am I supposed to take care of other people?  This summer will probably suck, you will probably be constantly bitching at me.  I’m exhausted, but that won’t matter to you.  It won’t matter cuz I didn’t try, and trying is an important step to accomplishing.  However, I am not an accomplisher.  I gave up.  I gave up easily and didn’t try to get back in the game.  I’m sitting on the sidelines on my way out of the gym.  I’m a huge failure and I am soo sorry for letting you down.  If I stayed at this school I would probably be on academic probation.  I know you said you were, but your reasons were probably better than mine, seeing as I don’t really have any except for the fact that I hate what I’m doing and I really don’t care.  Today I started to care a little bit.  Only because of you guys, only because I don’t want you to be mad or dissapointed, which is a lost cause because I know that you will be anyway.  I have essays to write, and I’m a terrible writer.  I used to be a good writer, but that’s when I was younger, and my techniques haven’t changed.  I haven’t grown and I haven’t evolved.  It’s actually kind of embarrassing.  I’m embarrassed to be this dumb.  I want to be smart, but I have the same brain I did, maybe stupider, more cowardly.  That’s what I am.  I am a coward.  There.  It’s in writing.