i loved you more than anything else in this entire fucking galaxy. you left me all alone to pick up my broken pieces. to pick up what you broke. and i'm not even upset about it anymore. i know it seems contradicting for me to be writing this out, knowing you'll never see it, saying i'm not angry at the universe for letting this happen. but i'm not angry at the universe. i'm angry at you. i'm angry you changed. i'm angry you became the type of asshole you always feared becoming. i'm angry that you became exactly the type of person your dad always told you you were. because you used to never be him. you used to be like the light in the morning and the stars at night and everything good in the world. you used to be the only thing that brought me joy. and then you got scared. well fuck you for getting scared. because i was scared too. and i powered through it for you. i did everything for you. EVERYTHING. and you couldn't do anything for me anymore. all you cared about was yourself. you let me cry in that car and tell you that i felt like you didn't love me anymore. you lied to me and told me you did and got angry at me for even thinking that you could ever stop loving me. but i don't know if you really ever did. i think you loved that i would do anything for you.