dear ate hey, how are you?....me?...well ate im not ok..i hate life here..i hate everything...i wanna go back home for a holiday at the end of this year if mum will let me...i dont like it here....i feeeel soo weak....i wanna go back home....i wish i was never born..i cant do this...life here is to hard....im going to cry....ate...i miss you... jim xoxo