I’m transcribing a series of handwritten letters I wrote, but never sent.
I can’t do this. I can’t be the big girl. And so I’m self-sabotaging again. I know. You’re surprised. I miss you. I miss you so much. It’s like, for a second, I had someone to talk to who was just for me, just for a second. God. What did I do to make you leave? You did what I asked though, whether on purpose or not. You gave me a warning before you left. God, I miss you.
You said I could talk to you any time. I sent you an answered message. Unanswered. Alone again, and you took some of my heart dammit.