It’s happened. I shut you out. And you’re gone. I wish you the best with what you do. I’ll pray for your safety and your sanity, but with me in your life both are at risk. I don’t think any less of you for what you’ve done to my head, you made me a distrustful, dependent bitch. But I’m happy, and it’s not with you. That’s for the best. I will always wish for your happiness, because when i saw you last it’s obvious you haven’t found it yet. You will. Your dad loves you, you just don’t see it. Same with your mom.
I’m proud of you.
If today doesn’t go well idk if I can do this anymore
If I could id leave