Bloody fingerprints

It's that time of night when I'm ready to admit a few things. I don't know how much more I can say than that without becoming erratic or emotional or staring off into space. I do a lot of things in threes, so maybe I'll do all of those. I don't want to disappoint my parents. I don't want to disappoint my family. I don't want to get that look from my friends, but I especially don't want to miss the looks from the friends I haven't met yet. I don't want to put more importance on my writing than it really can handle, but I don't want my brother to lose hope in everything because I forgot to write. I'm beginning to lose hope in pure states. Don't say love is one of them. I wish lying to parents so I will not disappoint them did not disappoint me because our relationship was not strong enough to handle truth. Where has all the sunlight gone?