  My family means the world to me. They've always been there for me, and I think I know that no matter what I do they will always love me. I have never been as grateful for them as I should be, but I will always love them too, and I would never consciously do anything to hurt them.
I hope that I'm the kind of person who would never intentionally hurt anyone, especially those people who are so very close to me. I seem to have forgotten all of this though. Sometimes my frustrations get the better of me. I feel horrible. I'm sorry. I seem to have found a way to mess everything up lately. I'm sorry. 
