Hi… I… I wanted to talk to you today and I realized I couldn’t. So I’m writing you a letter.
I know you’ll never see it, but it… I think it might help me.
I know you don’t want to hear it… read it anymore, but I truly am sorry.
Like I said, it’s… it’s not an excuse but maybe…
Maybe you’ll understand?
What I meant when everything that’s happened the last few days was so new to me.
I didn’t know how to … how to deal with it.
Even before … even before everything happened with my mother, I didn’t really have friends.
I was the only kid, surrounded by jaded adults.
You’d think I’d be a little less naive, but my mother…
My mother tried to protect me, possibly too much.
When I was a child, people’s words about me… about what I am, I didn’t understand…
And then…
I never got a chance to tell you about how my horn got broken did I?
Of course not, we hardly new each other…
Maybe another time, we have to go get another component.