Dear Reader,

I don't know why but for some reason, growing up I've always thought my life would somehow sort it self out. It's one of those things where you think no matter what you do, the outcome would be more or less the same. I'm an idiot. I know I am. I want to give up really. I really do, but again, that's idiot talking. I guess I'm in a really rough patch right now. I'm scared I won't get out of this one. I've ran out of tricks. I can't fool anyone anymore... Actually...

I think I've only managed to fool myself.

Yours Truly,
Nayt.