dear daddy,

i forgive you. not entirely. but i’m starting to forgive you. i forgive you for being the scariest motherfucker in the wholewide world when i was fucking four, thanks by the way. i forgive you for scaring me so badly that i now have a fucking fear of the entire male sex. i forgive you for hitting me. i forgive you for trying to make the time to see me when i still lived near you. i forgive you for not making the effort to see me afterwards because i never tried to reach out to you myself. that’s my fault.

so, dad. i might never be able to call you my dad, or anybody else for that matter, but. some day. maybe.

love, me.