I feel down in myself, feeling like the worst person to have ever lived. My sins are ever before me, my unworthiness constantly present before my eyes. I cannot look at others without feeling disappointed with myself. What a great failure I am. I have failed in life and in love. I am but a wretch, a dung on the surface of this earth. I am vile and all things mean. It hurts me to think that I have been the cause of pain to others, especially to her of whom my heart aches,
Goodbye Sunny, please write soon! I need a friend.
Your weak friend