i'm getting tired now.

i should probably stop writing.

maybe you didn't even read the whole thing.

but if you did get up until here...

...i bet you're even more infuriated at me than you were before.

but that's fine.

at least i got to say what i had to say.

i hope that one day, you tell my step-siblings, i didn't hate them.

that i actually liked them.

even if i didn't act like it.

and i hope that you raise them better than you raised me.

i hope you use me as an example of a perfect error that's not to be made all over again.

i really wish we had done things differently.

i wish you hadn't left that day.

i wish we were still the same people we were twelve years ago.

but nothing's going to come out of wishing, mother.

the past is carved in our chests like another heart.

the ghosts will forever haunt us in the heads.

and now, i understand.

why back then, you loved me but chose to leave me instead.

ᅳ

fin.