I miss my ex. She was the only one to ever provide grounding and comfort from this cruel world. My father drinks too much and due to that has neglected me and my brother in very formative years of our lives. I don't trust many people, but I trusted her. And now that she is gone and isn't coming back for a long time, I can't tell anyone about how shitty I feel 24/7. I hate my life and I sometimes wish I was dead. The only thing that currently makes me feel better is the political activism I do, because at least I am making the world a better place for someone. If my dad is reading this, I love you, and I know you're a good man, but fuck you for what you have done to my head. You always wanted to be right even if it made me look like a weirdo. And to my mother, if you see this, I love you. You always tried for me and my brother. You cannot help your situation, you were born the way you were.