Hi Mr-
Hello Mrs-
To who it may concern
Hi it’s me again
Listen I know we’ve had this assignment for a month now. I understand that I’ve opened it many times before today 11:59pm. I understand everyone else has submitted it. I know I haven’t been in class. I’m sorry I couldn’t read the chapters. I’m sorry I slept through class. Whoops that’s another late assignment that will make me fail this semester. I’m sorry I chose my mental health over this class. I’m sorry my counselor wouldn’t let me drop it. I know this is a honors class. I know this is what I signed up for but I’m still a kid. I’m a kid who shouldn’t have been told their whole life they’re smart. They only ever told me that. I never had to work to finish anything because it came easy. I hate reading. I hate writing. I hate being at home. I hate myself. But I still do the work. I’ve put myself aside for everything else but not this time. This time I chose to stop.
I know we were told to not wait till last minute. Trust me I tried. “Try harder”. What do you think I’ve been doing. I but my whole heart into something just to get a C. “A grade doesn’t define you”. Well I’ve been taught that’s my worth since kindergarten. If I got A’s then I got playground time. If I had straight A’s I got to have fun. If I didn’t then I got “try harder”. I’m trying. I am. The battles I have getting out of bed are proof enough of that. I used to be happy. I used to respond to peoples messages. I used to like school. I used to do my work days before it’s due but I can’t anymore. Times changed. I changed. “You signed up for this”. I know. I know trust me. That’s all they tell me. I wanted to drop it but they wouldn’t let me. In order to follow my dreams they told be I couldn’t risk it. What’s the point if I feel like I’m being tortured while I’m in your class? It’s not you, it’s me. Here I am complaining while you watch the clock tick down on the due date. I won’t turn it in on time. I can’t. I want to sleep. I can’t. I want to breathe. I can’t. I want to be excited for the holidays. I can’t.
Wake up. Log on. School. Sleep. Wake up. Homework. Maybe. Sleep.
Maybe I want to have fun.
I’m drained. But I still have to go to school. I can’t risk not going. Then all I get is endless emails. I just want to sleep.
So I’m sorry I didn’t turn in it on time. I’m sorry I failed that test. I’m sorry I was never enough for your class. I’m sorry I have mental problems. I’m sorry I didn’t get it done. I’m sorry I don’t feel comfortable talking about it. I’m sorry I’m tried. I’m sorry I’m not enough. I’m try my best.
I started it. I couldn’t finish. I’m sorry.
To who it concerns,
I’m sorry but I just can’t anymore. I want to sleep.
