Hello Nicky-doodle.
What can I say. I'm sorry, you probably think I've done an incredibly stupid thing. Everything is relative my friend... To me, LIVING is the stupid thing. I mean... You know I'm mental, you know it as well as anyone. You were there with me through my shitty mental time a few years back. And you could have guessed how badly I was feeling, I'm sure. I don't feel any better. I have an outward facade which is okay I guess... It allows me a little happiness, but inside where no-one sees it... It's black. It's a hole, a chasm. Where all goodness is sucked in, never to be felt again. You are most definitely my favourite relative. I've always respected you to the max, you are a cool guy. :p I never really knew how you felt about me. I know I can be really fucking annoying sometimes to you, and I really don't know why I act like that. I think it's attention seeking. I respect you so much, you're so awesome that I just love to have you paying attention to me. Basically, I'm an irritating child. But I love you lots and lots, I always have. I apologise if I hurt you... I apologise for leaving you to deal with the rest of the family on your own. I'm sorry... I wish I could have talked to you about things, but I've always been a little terrified of you thinking ill of me. I mean, you must think I'm weak, right? Stupid? Impulsive?
I love you lots and lots and lots and lots... Sorry. You understood me better than the rest of the family. I always knew you wouldn't hate me for who I am. I always knew you would kindof understand where I was coming from, or you wouldn't look down on me if you didn't. I'll miss you heaps.
Go on, become a mob boss, and get a gold-plated toilet. I'll be watching approvingly as you do. :)
-Your lil' sister Alex.
