Kendall

It’s been a week now since you’ve hung up on me

A week since I re-iterated the boundary, that you can’t respect.

I wish you were proud of me. I’m doing a lot of cool things. But they don’t feel cool without you in my life. I don’t want to exist in a world where we aren’t okay.

I’m happy. I’m going through a lot of challenges, but I’m happy. Why can’t you be happy for me? Isn’t that what you should want for someone?

The only reason I’ve been a wreck this past week—other than my period not helping this situation—is because of you.

I can’t tell you how to deal with your stress, that’s on you. And I don’t want your stress. I can’t mentally handle your stress.

I’ve talked to so many people about this who have validated my feelings, and yet it’s still not helping. I still feel awful.

Where are you? Why are you pushing us away? We love you and we’re doing our best.

We are doing our best.

I’m sorry my best isn’t good enough for you.

Dog sitting is lonely. Only further proves how I don’t like living alone. I also don’t feel productive? Even though I am being productive?

Oof I hope I get this remote gig.