dad, why do you hate me?
dear dad, i know you’re angry at me ever since i left home. but im feeling really confused and hurt. why did you use me as a tool for pleasure? why did you try to murder me and hurt me when i told you to stop? why can’t we just be son and father?
you told me our president is the new prophet. we bonded a lot over our faith in christianity. but do you still believe that after all he’s done? im beginning to fall out of my faith, since i think it really has a impact on me. do you still believe that if im not christian then I shouldn’t be alive?
i wish you could just tell me you love me (not like that), and hug me (without suffocating me), and tell me you’re proud of me (without treating me as a trophy)
i don’t miss you, but i mourn you as if you were dead. i hope one day we can be friends, but i know you’re reaching the end of your life, and i don’t think i can forgive you anytime soon. still, i hope you’re doing well dad. I love you