Mum & Dad,
I'm sorry. I really am so sorry.
I can't do this anymore, I can't- this whole living thing, this whole thing of being alive.
You gave me life but I disappoint you in everything; how can you even be proud of me? You can't be and I don't think that you are, I don't think that you have ever been proud of me.
Don't come after me, don't. I'm not coming back ever. I can't do that. I have to start over, make something out of myself; I want to be a whole new person. I can't do that here. I can't be stuck here in Bristol for much longer, it's painful. It hurts to be here. If you talk to my friends, if you talk to them you'll find out why I'm sure.
Maybe we'll meet again, maybe we won't. I know this must sound so awful right now, but you have to let me go. You'd have to do it anyway someday, why not now? Especially after all of the pain and trouble that I've caused you during the past few weeks; I'm just trouble, constant and never ending trouble.
Love always,
Grace.
