I’m sorry for all the hurtful things I’ve said.

No wonder you hit me and pull my hair. You physically put the scars upon me in return for those I’ve emotionally put on you. I’ve said so many hurtful things to you without even realizing it. And for that I am truly sorry.

I always doubt your feelings for me.

Just don’t worry about me anymore.
I’m fine on my own.
I’ve always been fine on my own.

To let myself get attached or to not.

I’m trying not to be the one who ends up caring more.

You crave for too much attention. It’s slightly irritating.

You’re addictions have become so severe that you can’t even support your own daughters anymore. Ever since when did poker chips and cigarettes become more important than your daughters’ well being and education?
I really don’t want to leave you dad. But you’re making it difficult to stay.

I just don’t know how to put my feelings into words anymore.

It’s been a while since I’ve genuinely liked someone.

You are the most honest person I know. Well, to others you are. The only person you lie to is yourself and you deprive yourself of your true potential.

I started rumbling through the past and picking out my favorite things about you. Now I’m confused. It’s stupid to bring this up again but I can’t help it. I just don’t see how it began to fall apart.

I’ve become too independent. Everyone became more of acquaintances rather than friends.