It’s been 5 months since that day I don’t even know your name anymore. I don’t think it’s even a “what did you turn into”, it’s a “how did I never notice”.
A part of me hopes you never see this. A part of me hopes you do. I try to convince myself I’m not hurt by what you did, but it all stings daily. You traumatized me deep into the core of my fucking soul. I’m afraid I’ll be like you. I really am. Yet I still hope you’re doing your best, that you are fine.
I hope you never forgot that I told you I was never as bad as you in that situation. I still stand by that. I hope your dad is a little more responsible considering all of your issues with your siblings. I hope your mom is a little more kinder. I hope you don’t tried to do that to yourself ever again. I hope you understand that making yourself pitiful won’t give you a chance at anything in life. At the same time I want to know you’re okay, I want to never hear of you again. Take care.

I also hope the Seal Plush I gave you is doing well.