You hurt me in a way I’m not sure can be prepared. When you found out I tried to kill myself, you told me “not to take too much” the next time I needed medicine. When I came out to you, you told me I was too young to know. You treat me like a child despite the fact that I’m 19. I love you, I love you so much, but I am afraid of you, because of how deeply you can hurt me.