When something good happened, you were the first person I wanted to tell. When something bad happened, you were the first one I wanted hug. I still tell you all my good news! But I can't hug you anymore. I can't hear your sweet voice telling me everything will be ok. I cry as I lay awake at night thinking of all the time we spent together and all the wonderful memories we made. I miss you more than anyone knows, and it's killing me that we can't talk anymore.
I'm sorry that I even exist.. Sorry that my breakdowns anger you, but you screaming at me that I'm a fucked up mess and that you're done with me certainty doesn't help in any way.. I'm trying to make you happy but everything that I do fucking sucks apparently, so I'm basically done.. Hope you're fucking happy when I'm gone.