I’m sorry and safe to say I’m so undeniably sick of your stupid phases. You’re not ever just one person, who’s proud of themselves in the uttermost way. There’s no doubt I love you to death, I just don’t know how much more I can take of this toxic health. I’m sorry to say it’s true. You’re not a “you”. You’re just trying to be someone different. You’re trying to be “unique”, just like everyone else. You either are, or you aren’t, you’re either happy or you’re sad. You have a lot of characteristics of your dad. I never thought I’d say you have a lesser ability to think with intuition. It seems nowadays all you think of is your ignition and your male missing. I love you to death, I do. I always will, and I’ll never be inhuman enough to stop. I doubt you ever thought this far, and I doubt you want to care as much as I do…or did, rather. You’ve seen me breakdown, crying to my father’s hurtful words. But that’s the only time you really understood, when he did such things. But that’s where our sole connection is, and that’s the way it’s always been. Unhappiness in our own “home” slowly comes around from time to time. But you have such a good life, and you have no reason to complain. Sure, everything can’t be easy just for you, but look at the world around you. There are people who have it worse than you, as I try to remind myself as much as possible. I wish you could just see people’s lives out of your shoes sometimes; maybe it would help you come back to reality and stop living in the fantasy for a while. I’ve learned fantasy will never come true, I hope you learn one day too. Life isn’t easy. And life wasn’t guaranteed fair when you came out of that womb.
