I've left messages, but you haven't returned my calls. I know you think I fucked up too bad to fix, but I didn't mean it, what I did, what I said.
I never told you, but my father. He hit my mom. And me. That was hard to write. He hit us a lot. I was just glad to get out, you know? And I thought my work...if I could help other people, it'd be better. You know?
I'm sorry I made you take the Victora . Let's not fight, huh? Will you at least talk to me over the phone? I'm going to call tomorrow night, around 8. Please, please give me a chance.
I love you.