not terrible, nowhere near good

dear father who is absent but not absent enough,

you usually leave between eleven and twelve 

coincidentally those are the ages i first began to doubt us

i put myself in danger

you decided to punish me for my poor choice with the silent treatment

"what happened to unconditional love?"

"i probably shouldn't hurt myself cause people would worry"

i ended up hurting myself anyways a year later

when you leave at night you take two things

keys and car

maybe three cause a little more of my trust in you seems to disappear

i hope you don't think this is okay

i don't care that it's how it's always been

i know that your dad was more absent than you

i'm sure you're a role model in comparison

whatever

love, aria