Happy Mother’s Day. Thanks for not reading my journals past the age of 14, and for being unsuccessful at killing yourself two years ago (I’m assuming the incident in December was more of a cry for attention rather than an actual attempt).
Even though we have a complicated relationship and even though I have persistent anxiety that you’re going to send me another cryptic text or give me another random late night call out of the blue, I much prefer you alive rather than not.
Thanks for teaching me to be a strong ass bitch who can take care of herself, whether that was intentional or not.
With love and some angst,