I dont know where to start, so I'll just begin with the end and work my way back. I came home because I ran out of money and had nowhere else to go. If I'd had any other option I would have taken it. I did not consider having a place to come home to a blessing. instead, I thought of it as a burden and a symbol of failure.I'm ashamed to admit that growing up pitied you and what I thought was your naive belief that our dreams could come ture simply by virtue of having them. Because the truth, as I witnessed it, was something completely different. The truth actually was that nothing worked out and no one anywhere lived the life they wanted. But I see now it was me with the naive belief. I thought if I resigned myself to disappointment, at least I'd be better off than those people who tried and failed. I hate myself only realize this now and for taking and taking from you without giving anything back...I promise not to wast anymore time or your love for granted ever again.
I love you so much