I'm sorry I'm a failure.

Yesterday, I decided to go to my school and get my parking tag, and check out my financial status.

It turns out I'm retarded. I'm short around a grand for this and next semester, plus books.

I called my dad, and long story short, got into a little argument, then eventually scraped together the coin, and I proceeded to cry like a little bitch.

I wasn't nervous or scared about the money. I wasn't scared that my father would be mad. I didn't care about any of that.

I cried like a bitch, because I knew I let my father, and the rest of my family down. I let myself down.

I don't deserve what I get, in respect to how I treat others sometimes.

People do more for me, then I do for them--thus, I am a failure as a son, and a friend a lot of the times.

Sorry,
Wesley

P.s. Fuck the government's approach to financial aid. Seriously, fuck that noise. Just because my parents made a little too much money (last year), doesn't exactly mean that we're able to keep my ass in school. Fuck this shit, I'm gonna find some scholarships or sell a fucking kidney.

P.p.s. I'm still buying max schaaf vans. fuck.