Tuesday September 28th: Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

Dad told me you wanted me to write you a letter but I don't know what to say right now. I imagine your pretty hurt by the fact I am in jail and probably worried about me. I wish you weren't and wish you wouldn't, but I know I can't stop you. I wish I wasn't here right now writing this letter trying to think of something to say other than I am sorry. I feel like the world's biggest mistake right now and hate myself for the pain I know you are feeling.

I am so sorry Mom, I am so sorry that I am the worst son ever. I know you will try to tell me I am not because you always did when I screwed up, but right now it's how I feel. I can handle Dad being disappointed in me, after all I can't think of a time he wasn't, but the thought of you looking at me with those eyes filled with pain and sorrow, it's almost to much.

All I can think about right now is how bad I feel and how sorry I am. I will try to write you tomorrow because right now I just can't seem to think of anything to say.

I love you Mom,

Preston