Hi, Dad.
I'm sorry. About how I reacted earlier.
It's hard, as a parent, to see you struggle
when I know how brilliant you are.
How warm and soft and caring and wonderful you are,
and you're failing.
And that's not you,
and I hate that you're making choices that sell yourself short.
I know, Dad.
It's all right. I get it.
I love you.
You're my son,
and I love you.
And you can always come to me if you need help.
I know. I love you too.
I don't need help.
I promise. I'm okay.
Go to bed.
We'll discuss this in the morning.