Dear,
Uncle Sal,
I give up. This is too much. I don't feel wanted, I don't feel happy, I don't feel loved. Ugh.. Uncle Sal where are you when I AM in need of you. I cry at the thought of you laughing and singing and I miss you more than anyone can understand. I have told my friends I want to die because it would take me to you. My own father does NOT have enough time for me. YOU took time off for me. My own father yells at me and insults me. You comlimented me and told me how I am SPECIAL. I don't even understand what my life means. I mess everything up and I am picking up my old bad habbits. I've cut everyday this past couple of days. I got back with bad girls and I even talked about giving my v!rginity up to a girl I don't even love.. Hell, nobody even really cares. They just need me to help them, or to do something for them, or even to do their dirty work. I am not happy. I am not loved. I AM A FAILURE!
Love always,
Mark Colomba.