Making a fool of myself again...

Dear Mama,

How are you? I'm sorry for not writing to you lately, I just got too much on my mind. Know what? I think I'm going to make a fool of myself again. Trying to pscyhe myself up that this time I'm going to make it, this time I'm going to succeed... but, then when reality strikes, I'm back on the ground again.

I really wish you were here Mama. I wish I can talk to you right now. I'm feeling low, and nobody knows it. I don't show it. They don't need know... they wouldn't care anyway.

I miss you Mama. I wish I can be with you.

I love you.

Daddy