If you still read my words…

I’ve labeled these past two years as emotionally chaotic and bountiful in mistakes. Although the majority of these situations overflowed with beneficial life lessons, there’s one painful regret that I can’t let go of. I regret that in my fucked up attempts to cope with my own traumas, I hurt you. Now I keep you as my reminder that my actions have awful consequences that effect more than me.

I wish I could tell you everything that’s happened since the last time we spoke and how much I’ve changed. I wish I knew how to fix this damage and where your path has ultimately lead you.

But more than anything, I wish I could tell you how unbelievably missed you are and how often you are thought about.

So wherever you are, stay strong and take care. We miss you here.

Undoubtedly and honesty,