This thread is as simple as the name suggests. This is a place for simple regrets. For saying "sorries" that you'll never be able to voice. It is a place for writing down the things you wish you could've told someone but didn't out of lack of courage, or the fact that it was neither the right place nor the right time to do so. This is a place to write down the things you held back from saying out of anger.

This is where you say what you wish you did.

This is a place to tell them what you didn't.

Posts can be as long as you like, or as short as you like. You can include the thing you said/did versus what you wanted to say/wish you had done, and also the context of the situation. All things go and there are no rules here.

This is meant to be a place where you can get regrets off of your chest, new or old.

Flaming will be tolerated under no circumstances. This is a place of healing.

NOTE: this is not in any way meant to replace the "Letters That You Can't Send" thread. They are different and each have their own unique venting purposes. Choosing which one fits your situation is at your own discretion.

This is an intentional double post as I did not want this in the original post.

Today I saw the cuts on your arms. You are not exactly my favorite person in the world, but I asked you "How've you been lately?" instead of "What's wrong." I wish I could've done more. I don't know if I would've helped you had I asked the other question. You are a black hole of a person to me. But you deserve to realize that hurting yourself doesn't help you in anyway.

((You have no idea how much I need something like this!!!! THANK YOU!))


Dear ex-friend,

We had a misunderstanding that you took WAY out of proportion. You never let me talk to you in person so we could clear it up. You shut me out of your life and blamed ME for being the problem. You thought I was manipulating you, you thought I was abusing our friendship. YOU WERE WRONG.

I knew how fragile your ego was. I gave you the excessive amounts of attention you so desperately needed. I complimented you so you would realize how strong and beautiful you really were. All I did was be busy one day on MSN. All i did was respond with one word sentences to let you know I was listening to you stupid story that I cared NOTHING about. I did it for you and that wasn't good enough. No, now you hate me. You reject me from your life and in turn the life of my other dear friend. I can't blame her, she's your sister. You have to live with each other, I'm just the side option. I'm the expendable one.

I know you have a history of bad break-ups with friends, so I'm letting you go. I'm letting you hurt me so much more than anyone ever has. I'm going down without a fight. Why? Because you deserve it. We were friends, never anything more-that's how we both liked it. We had so many good times though. So many treasured moments that I will always remember. You are strong and beautiful, you have a great smile and a lot of talent.

So I'm trying to let go. We were the best of friends, but I'm trying to put all that aside. I'm trying to stop thinking about ways I could win you back. I'm trying to stop letting you hurt me more than a year later. I'm trying to avoid going anywhere that you will be so you don't think I'm trying to rekindle anything.

I'm trying to stop. You deserve a clean break, you deserve to be able to move on and forget. I just wish you felt the same about me.

We're no longer friends, but I will always be there if you need me. I will be the first to apologize, even though we were both wrong with the things we said that day. I won't bother you or stalk you like the others. I just wish I could say I'm sorry. I just wish I could make it stop hurting so much.

I wish you didn't hate me.

@Artifex: You are very welcome. I needed it too. Obviously. Lol. We all do.

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I wish I'd told you happy birthday. I didn't. You probably think I hate you. But it's not that. I'm tired. And my heart is still broken and has a piece missing that you used to fill. I couldn't say it. I'm tired of crying over you...and feeling my soul literally in turmoil because of it begging me to be with you.

I wish I could tell you I love you. I wish when I was with you I'd said it sooner. I wish I'd not been afraid. I would love to know if it would have changed anything. And by how much. That situation was really stressful. But I did love you, Ian.

Now I can only say that I hope you find all the happiness in the world. Though you'll never hear it spoken by my lips. Hopefully you'll feel it. And...also hopefully...as that song says...I hope you want the same for me. I know you do.

I wish I could tell you so many things. But...deep down I know it's just my soul crying out of tiredness and loneliness.

I wish I could tell you that I'm being brave. That I'm okay. That I'd be okay no matter what happened.

You wanted to be my friend. And I told you no. I wish I could better tell you why. But I really don't know how to put it.

You knew me better than anybody in the world ever had. Perhaps in your heart you'll know what I was trying to say.

I wish I could tell you how your loving me made me realize what I'd been missing. And now I desperately want it. I need somebody new to love me, honey. I need somebody new. Well. I at least want somebody new.

I need somebody now to stand by my side even when I tell them to go away. No matter how harshly I tell them, and no matter how many times I tell them they'd be better off without me. I need somebody who really just wants to stay. And I need somebody who won't leave. Not me. Won't leave me. I need somebody who wants to stay with me. Not only wants, but will.

Somebody once told me, "what would you do if somebody was willing to go through it all with you?" Then I told them that I wouldn't let them stay with me, or be with me in the first place. Because I wasn't ready.

Now I know I'd been lying to myself. I want somebody now.

I want somebody to tell that to. My heart wants to be given. And for the first time, nobody wants it.

I tell myself now. Somebody does. I do wonder who.

Now. Now I'd let that somebody stay. And I'd let that somebody go through it all with me, if they'd let me go through it all with them. I'd let them stay. I'd actually let somebody stay.

as artifex said I NEED SOMETHING LIKE THIS lol

Dear Charlie,

My best friend who I miss soo much. I didn't mean to hurt you the night we got into it over my "now" ex. I just felt that you had no reason to be in my business. i now realize you were only protecting me the way you had always done. it was so hard on me loseing you, expecially after our arguement, and i can't help but to blame myself. I do know that you wouldn't want me to feel this way but i can't help it.
I miss you so much you have no idea. I believe your still with me, and i believe you are the one who stopped me from all the things I was doing to myself. there is times at night when i can't sleep because your strongly on my mind. and i know your there with me. but then there is nights where i cry myself asleep, because i blame myself.
i think that if i would of listened to you, you wouldnt of killed yourself. i guess you had more issuses then i thought.... i sit and wonder how much easier it would be if you were with me. you was always there to help me with everything.
eventhough your gone i still love you and i wish i could tell you that im sorry, i love you, and i miss you....
~amber~

The number one thing that I am really sorry for is that I never said I'm sorry to this guy who was in my class. He was a realy buthole then, but I didn't know that it was because he had ADHD. He used to make fun of the people who have disorders. One day i snapped on him and I have regretted it ever since.
I guess fate has a sense of humor because i now like him to the point where I don't notice anything around me when I see him. Maybe he's forgiven me, but we could never date each other. it's a race thing, and I live in Mississippi. A boy was just killed for dating a white girl, so i doubt that I would be stupid enough to do that. If he were on this site, i would say in the loudies voice ever: I'M SO SORRY!!


El número una cosa que lo siento mucho para es que yo nunca dije lo siento a este chavo que estuvo en mi clase. Fue un realy buthole entonces, pero yo no supe que fue porque tuvo ADHD. Se burlaba de las personas que tienen desórdenes. Un día que lo encajé a presión y yo me he arrepentido de ello desde entonces. Adivino que destino tiene un sentido del humor porque yo ahora lo quiero al grano donde yo no advierto nada alrededor de mí cuando lo veo. Quizá me ha perdonado, pero nosotros nunca podríamos fechar uno al otro. Es una cosa de carrera, y yo viven en Mississippi. Un chico fue matado sólo para fechar a una chica blanca, así que dudo que sea suficiente estúpido para hacer eso. Si estuvo en este sitio, yo diría en la voz de loudies jamás:
¡Lamento mucho!!

I wish I had said goodbye.

I wish i said good bye and i love you to my uncle on the day we all went to the bookstore....I didnt know that was going to be the last time I would've seen him.......I really do miss him

I just wish I'd said a lot of things earlier...

I wish I could tell you just how much you mean to me. Just how much I care for you. I wish I could tell you how amazing you are. I never will be able to, you're no longer with us. Somehow, I know though, you see every word I say that is directed to you.

Some days...you know...I wish I'd just tell you to leave me the hell alone. I don't need you in my life, and you reminding me that you exist just makes me realize that I can't have you. You aren't helping me move on. Don't YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?

Your quirky sense of humor makes me smile momentarily...and then you make me feel like my heart's been ripped out of my chest and stomped on. I stopped loving you "loving you" months ago. But you make me want to...just by making yourself at all present in my life.

Stop it, honey. Leave me alone. Stop it before I have to be a mega-bitch and tell you to do so directly. What do you think I'll ever be for you? I can't be anything to you. Well. I could. I know I could. I'm strong like that. But I won't. I really don't want to.

You have more logic than me. Yes. But I don't want anything to do with you. Not anymore. My brain is illogical when any form of love comes near it. I can't handle being your friend. Or...at least...honestly...I admit...I just want to pity myself and not do it. For once...I'd rather not be brave and not have to deal with you anymore.

I'll do things that other people won't do. But I'm tired of hurting myself. Kay? I hope you know that. My mental state gets destroyed when you talk to me.

I need somebody new to love. Somebody new to lean on. Somebody new to make me laugh and make me happy.

I find my strength in other people. You were my strength.

Without somebody to love and to fight for...I am absolutely nothing.

Stop it.

Stop destroying me.

I don't think you know what you do to me. But you do it anyway.

Let me go out and fight for somebody else without worrying about you. I don't want to half-love you anymore.

I see some of my friends happily in love. Yeah. I want to be apart of that. Stop taking me away from it. You don't do it yourself...but you have the ability to knock my breath out of my lungs and want to be everything and anything that I'm not.

PLEASE. No more. Leave me alone.

I'll only hurt you...and I'll only hurt you because I still kind of love you.

I'm not going to be okay with you until I have somebody else to love...even then...I only want to love them...so maybe it's better all around that you leave me alone.

I wish you'd just disappear. Then I could just completely forget that with some miracle I might be able to go back to you...but I won't.

I don't know. I don't love you anymore...but me wanting to love somebody makes me want to love you by default. You aren't doing yourself any good by talking to me.

I know I need to tell you to fuck off. I'm just afraid of it. I really don't like hurting people, honey...especially not you.

That's all I wanted to say to you.

Oh. And I'm tired of being afraid of myself. I don't want to be afraid of myself anymore. I want to be myself of my own accord. *nods* Yes. I think I'll continue doing that. I'm getting better.

I'm sorry I never got to take you to see the city before you disappeared unexpectantly.

When you told me you were going to be moving in 8 months, I was sad but I was also happy. I was happy that I had 8 months to do everything I've ever wanted to do with you and everything I've ever wanted to show you.

I'm sorry I never got to do that.

I wish I said a lot more with a lot less...

I wish i had said something, anything. but i said nothing to you. I was tired of fighting with you. I knew I was wrong but i didnt want to admit it. Everyone told me to leave you alone becuase we fought so much. I miss you a lot, but it comes and goes. I dont know if we will ever be freinds again. I realy want to reach out to you and appologize but i dont know if it would mean anything. You had prety much made up your mind to stop talking to me. I was hurt and angry and full of pride mabbe. Now im just missing you.

I dont know if we would fight again. It seems we would cus i just naturaly take out lifes problems on the people closest to me.And you deserve better.

I want to become a better person so mabbe one day i can see you at a class reunion and be that put together person that grew up. I dont want to still be that confused,broken and jugded by everyone for my decsisons. I cant compete against your "freinds" even thought ive shared more of myself with you than they ever possibly could. But I doubt it will ever be like that. I can become a better person eah day but that doesnt change my past. I cant even be sure you would show up to such a class reunion.

My dad always siad he only whnet to reunions to see one or two people and of course those were the people that never came. I know how much high school seems wasted to you. I just wish things could have ended differently. We were both immature, but we were happy when we wernt fighting. And i miss you.

I miss you so much i just want to call you. I deleted your number out of my phone i dont know how long ago but i still have it memorized. I dont think i can contact you becuase im not a good enough person yet. I want to be amazing and show people that my carrear is respectable.

I want to call you and ask how you are doing, if your parents are still making you work for them, if they still dont give a --- about your education. I want to tell you that i AM still with the same bf and the we are engaged. Or would that STILL be a knife in the wound, even thought you tald me a year ago that you were over me. Even though the same jokes we had when we were dating seemed to hurt you when i said them. I want to talk to you. I want to tell you Im sorry.

for everything.

i wish i can tell how big of a liar you are. that no one else may not notice your lies but i do! wish i could just walk up to you and punch you in the face bcuz you have angered me with your lies about me, wish i could tell you how bad you hurt me

Yo, boyo. She's got a boyfriend, leave her alone and don't rant to me, mmkay? She loves him, period and end of story. I know you won't do anything, but you need to leave her alone (as I said before) and not go telling someone who considers herself a loyal friend that you think she's too hawt for her boyfriend.

There will come a day when you realize that we wouldn't die for you...not because we don't love you...but because (at least for myself) I don't think that you would make a difference in the world if I gave up my life for you. You'd just keep on going on...living your life in your own personal hell. No. I don't think I'd willingly die for you now. Because I know the world would end up missing me more than it would miss you. I'll actually do something with the life given me. Despite you.

I wish I had told you that I loved you. I can't tell you now, because we're so different, in a lot of ways. But then, if I would have said it, I wonder how it may have changed both of our lives?
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I wish I had told you that I'm sorry for staying mad at you, and not talking to you all summer. I'm sorry the last time I talked to you was in the hospital. I'm sorry I never told you how much you meant to me before you left us.
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To you, I wish I could have said goodbye.
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I wish I could have told you how much you meant to me, and I wish I could have thanked you for helping me realize who I was, and who I am. I wish you were here for me to tell you how much your advise helped me. I wish I would've known how much I would miss you after you were gone.
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You... I wish I could rewind and change things. I shouldn't have reacted so angrily, I am sorry I said those things to you. I could make up excuses, and give you reasons why, but I really can't. I was pissed and months of ignoring our issues and my anger at your excuses exploded all at once. We were both to blame. One thing I will always thank you for is that because of what happened, I will never keep my mouth shut again. And I will live my life as myself, because you let me see that I don't have to hide who I am.

C.A. I really wish that I would have told you how I felt sooner, and maybe we'd still be close. I feel I haven't just lost that connection with you, but any connection at all. Maybe the best time to have said something was the time we went to the city and I stayed over night with you there. I can clearly remember how we stayed up until 4 in the morning both being stubborn and refusing to sleep until the other did. I had fun watching and laughing at you playing xBox, you got so worked up when you died, you couldn't stop moving. i also remember how you calmed right down when I rubbed your back, then you grabbed my hand and cuddled up close to me. It felt so right, honestly sometimes when I fall asleep it's as if I go back to that. After our 4 hours of sleep I recall you freezing and wrapping yourself around me for warmth and letting me fall back asleep in your arms. I'd honestly give anything for that. I wish I'd have told you I loved you then. Or even on the ride home when we'd intertwined fingers the entire drive, tossing flirty jokes back and forth. Now I'm stuck here, watching you, with her. And it kills because I know how much she hurt you last time. And I know that with me you got better. I think she's using you again and it's hurts me to see it.

Oh god....I think Im going to be using this place ALOT over the next little while. So many regrets, so little time in a day to write it all down. :drool:

Lets start with the major one from last summer.

To all you dumb asses I worked with(with the exlusion of two girls):

Stay the hell out of other peoples personal lives. How would you feel if I went up to a girl you like, and decided to say random bullshit to her, that you can SEE on her face makes her uncomfrtable. Grow the fuck up! Stop acting all high and mighty, when you dont even LISTEN to what people are telling you. Go get some fucking help with your problems. Trying to FORCE people to drink, when all they want is to fucking sleep is retarded, and you do NOT derserve to be a fucking exceutive chef! Yes, it was out in the mountains. Yes, the closest town was a 10minute drive. And yes, there was absolutely nothing to fucking do around the place, but grow the fuck up! Your habit of drinking 4 Monster energy drinks in a 5hour span will get your dumbass killed one of these days. Things like that have a warning of no more than ONE per day for a reason. I hope I never have to see any of your fucking faces again, if I do, then hell better have frozen over and zombies better be eating my brains. Oh, and before I forget, drinking and SCREAMING in the staff accomadations until 5:30AM, when peole(namely myself at that point) had to be up and working by 6:30, isnt fucking cool. I wish I had come out there, taken ALL your fucking beers, and thrown them into the river that was nearby. I should have been "accidently" dropping pots and shit on the floor, RIGHT above your fucking bed you fucking asshole! And finally, James, you fucking dumbass of a Chef. Yelling at someone because the floor is dirty, after he has been working in the kitchen for almost 6 hours, and its raining outside, isnt fucking cool. I was tempted to call home, and get them to pick me up the next day, leaving your sorry as high and dry for the last THREE months of the four we were open. Not to mention working there for $8/hr, when I could have been working here, in the city, actually cooking, what I spent $18k on for schooling, not doing just dishes for a MINIMUM of $12/hr!

To the 2 girls who are excluded from the above:

Laura, sorry I didnt stop the assholes from keeping you up when you were opening the kitchen, and doing breakfast the following days. Wish I had, maybe then we would have had more delicious baking. Hopefully those idiots that never let you sleep, and didnt even THINK of helping you out, didnt ruin your view of Canadians. Hopefully, when I start to travel more, I can come visit in Ireland.

Nicki, sorry I didnt stand up for you when the others were saying shit that made you feel uncomfortable. I guess I wasnt sure what to do, only when I got home in October, after closing, did I realise what had happened, and what I should have done. Guess my inaction over the whole summer was stupid of me. Who knows, maybe if I had asked you out we might be together now. Anything is possible. Not sure if saying anything would have changed how the people treated you, or me for that matter, but I know when I went off on Joe about staying out of my personal life, he backed right off for the rest of the summer. Guess at least he knew not to push things, even though I said it durring the Champaign party, and after I had decided to stop drinking. Well, whatever, I know you knew I cared for you, but whats done is done. Enjoy your life, maybe our paths will cross again sometime.

((@Draciolus: I'm glad it'll bring you some peace. :yes:))

Last night I was up, fidgeting in my bed, until the dawn light streamed through the window, thinking about you. Regretting you and not regretting you at the same time. I had to force myself to not look you up on facebook to see if you were "in a relationship" and I'm glad I didn't. You never changed that status for me and we were dating for almost five months. I couldn't be myself around you in your home because nobody knew the truth about me and where I'd come from and why. I didn't have any ideas which things I could say and which lies I was supposed to tell for you just to save your ass. I felt like I was a lie. I felt like I was a dark secret to you who was so vile and bad that I couldn't be shown in the light. Like a tarnished piece of silver that you hid away because you were too lazy to polish it. I'll tell you: I was gleaming. I made the box glow from the inside out that I was hidden in. You just denied it and covered me up with a burlap bag. Pretending that you didn't see my light reflecting out like prisms.

I couldn't kiss you and mean it or let you touch me and feel anything from it because you told me you loved me but you couldn't be with me. That is not what you say to the woman you loved more than the world and who loved you more than the world in return. No. No. No. I could not just be with you for that night despite knowing you were going to leave me any day. The crappy happy memories we could have made were not worth my time nor my sanity.

Despite all this. I want you to know that I hope you're happy. But you better damned well hope I'm happy too. I know you do, but now I realize just how much you disappointed me, and how much we disappointed each other. But why didn't you see it? Why didn't you see it? Just tell me, why didn't you see it?

There are so many things I will never tell you about those days leading up to and following our meeting. So many things that made that hell...amongst my dad finding out that you didn't have the guts to tell your family about me and wanting to almost kill my mother and I for not mentioning it/lying about it, there were other things too. But, I wanted to give you a chance.

You told me: "hey, at least you've got a crazy story to tell your grandchildren someday." Yeah. No. I have to hide you. I have to hide that you ever existed. And why? Because you wouldn't tell anyone anything about me and that it didn't work out. It could have worked out. I would have worked it out, and it would have worked out, but it didn't.

I will not blame this all on you, but I don't feel happy remembering you anymore.

Still, I hope you're happy. But you better find somebody better than me in your eyes, because you deserve it...and if you don't...if you just end up losing your virginity to somebody who doesn't give a shit about you and wasting your life on people who will never love you...don't tell me that I didn't tell you so.

I won't do that.

I will love somebody more than you and make it work, last, and live out my life with him. Now I'm just wondering where he is, who he is, and why it's taking so long. Also, I'm wondering if I'm ready for him yet...but until then, I won't waste myself on anybody.

Still. Sincerely. Truly and sincerely, I hope you're absolutely happy in your life and know what you're doing. I hope that you find love, and happiness, and get the hell out of that hole you live in if you decide to. Who knows...it might only be a hole to me. But then, I could see what it was doing to you and you couldn't. I just don't know what to do about you or say about you anymore, so this is where I'm going to leave you, and my feelings, and our relationship behind in my memory to do nothing but collect dust and cause me to smile every now and then.

I hope you're happy. I want you to be happy--and as long as you want me to be happy, that's what I'll want for you, and even beyond that, because I don't hold grudges.

But, this is where I leave you, and I'm leaving you not to come back. Goodnight, honey. I loved you once, but I can finally say that I don't love you anymore. I finally feel okay. I don't love you anymore. I honestly don't.

Finally. Finally I don't.

:) Finally.

Finally I don't.

I'm sorry I didn't try my hardest. I'm sorry I didn't try harder when you Garrett the guy I liked the person I had a crush on for a while asked me to ask one of my friends out for him. I 'm sorry I didn't try to get you to do it yourself more. I'm sorry that I didn't give my best effort when I did this for you. I'm sorry I didn't flat out say No and if you asked why I'd say because I like you. But I wouldn't have said that I still wouldn't say that. I regret just smiling like everything was okay and said "Alright I'll Try!" I'm sorry I pushed you away with that dumb-as crap pink tie comment. I wish I could gain the courage to tell you I liked you. Maybe one day, we'll see.

To you Ridge I'm sorry that I ever started liking you in the first place. I'm sorry that I didn't stand up for myself when I was back in sixth grade and you bullied me. I'm sorry that I hated you. Hate is too malevolent to ally oneself with. I shouldn't have done it I just got hurt in the end. I'm sorry that I started liking you because exactly when I started to think of you more than Garrett up there you got a girlfriend. I'm sorry that I even looked through those cars on my way to soccer practice and saw you walking with her. I wish you hadn't looked at me though. I'm sorry I just ignored that painful pang inside my heart and threw my hands behind my head closed my eyes smiled and kept walking. I'm sorry I started to like you, but then again can one really help that?

I'm sorry to you Abby that I kept a secret from you. I kept a secret and I had to lie. My other best friend told me to keep it and then I got bagged on by my guy friend because he thought I told. I'm sorry I have a runny mouth that can't keep secrets very well. I'm sorry I damaged our friendship.

I'm sorry Mom that I can't force myself to be "Pretty" all the time. I'm sorry I thought I was special to you. I'm sorry that you called me a "dike". I'm sorry that you think I won't get angry at you because I'm happy-go-lucky? I'm Sorry for not being the daughter you've always wanted. I won't be mad at you If you try to replace me by adopting another daughter. I know you've been talking about it.
Brother I'm sorry for being an idiot and ruining your high ego. I'm sorry for making you eat a slice of humble pie. However not knowing which side the tank is on is not a reason to call me an idiot, stupid, retarded. I'm sorry I don't know my car as well as I should I'm sorry for not knowing how to jump start an engine. I'm sorry for wanting to be close. I'm sorry I like you and love you. Even though you only tolerate me. I just wish you'd get off your high horse and take a walk with me. It's times like those I treasure the most. I'm sorry that I'm a crybaby. I'm sorry if I'm sensitive. I'm sorry that I just ah forget it. You're never gonna read this anyway so I don't know why I'm still writing to you.
World I'm sorry I'm a know-it-all brainiac annoying person. I'm sorry I immerse myself in adventure stories because I don't want to be here. I'm sorry that I want to pray to God about having something take me out of this place and put me in an adventure story but can't because that's selfish and I need to be compassionate and not pray for things solely for my benefit. I'm sorry. Put Simply I'm sorry.

Hey...yeah...babydoll. I'll always love you. Take care of yourself, okay? And...Babydoll? If you're going to crawl back to me, don't come back too late. Don't wait until it's too late, because...you know what? Babydoll? I have standards. I'll always love you. I know that now...but I don't want you back destroyed beyond recognition. I'd fix you again, but I can't keep fixing you every day for the rest of your life, doll. Sometimes you gotta do the right thing on your own. Okay?

Dear Dad.

Get bent. You know when I was young I tried very hard to have a relationship with you, and you blew me off. I'm still damaged over you, and it's not fair. How dare you hurt my mother? How dare you freaking abandon me? Because of you I have so many issues and regrets and scars and it's not fair.

I know you don't think you owe me. I mean the fact that you never paid mom her child support proves that. That and that laptop I had to buy because you broke your promise yet again.

Here's what you owe me you prick:

Scout camp, at least three years of it.

Softball games you didn't care about.

School plays, and such that you never showed for.

Playing catch.

Learning to ride a bike.

Playing video games.

All those father son chats that never happened.

Birthdays you didn't show for.

And most important of all... one childhood.

You suck. You owe me so much it's not funny. The world owes me nothing, but you were supposed to be my father and you gave me nothing. You're a fuckup, and you know it. You've even abandoned your own mother now. How... typical.

I don't hate you, but I no longer care about you anymore either.

I've decided something. Based on my own definition of father, you're not one. You are not my dad anymore. I hope we never have contact again.

I wish I had told you that I liked you in a romantic way before you decided to drop out of school.