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Well you see, my dear mother and father, you have two children. The first one did everything right and came out perfect. It's to be expected that I would fuck everything up. In the beginning, it was for attention, I admit that. I don't know what it is now. Second nature?
My grades are slipping for the 4th year in a row.
I suck at playing the trumpet.
I suck at playing the tuba.
I suck at playing every instrument I own.
I don't enjoy the things I used to enjoy.
Like food, going out with friends, concerts, shopping, reading, movies...
Band in general.
Mom, I haven't been eating well because the smell of food makes me noxious. Dad, I go to my boyfriend's house every night because I'm unhappy when I'm at home with you. Though you may not believe me, this isn't your fault. There's always one fuck up in a family and your's didn't have one yet.
My grades are slipping for the 4th year in a row.
I suck at playing the trumpet.
I suck at playing the tuba.
I suck at playing every instrument I own.
I don't enjoy the things I used to enjoy.
Like food, going out with friends, concerts, shopping, reading, movies...
Band in general.
Mom, I haven't been eating well because the smell of food makes me noxious. Dad, I go to my boyfriend's house every night because I'm unhappy when I'm at home with you. Though you may not believe me, this isn't your fault. There's always one fuck up in a family and your's didn't have one yet.