I’ve lived my whole life believing in you, Longing for you, doing things in the name of you.
I thought maybe i had you figured out.
I thought this would be easy.
But then, you showed me the ugly parts of you. The part no one wants to feel.
You’ve kicked me when I was down.
You’ve pestered me.
You’ve kept me up at night.
I’ve hated you.
I’ve wanted no part of you.
I’ve given you access to me and sometimes all you did was tear me apart.
I’ve wanted to die because of you.
I’ve lived my whole life thinking I knew what you were and what you looked like.
Today I realize I don’t.
So my letter to you on August 24 are everything i found out about you along the way.
The good and the bad.
The happy and the sad
And I still don’t know shit about you.