I've been asked to write you a letter. When I said that I didn't know what to say to you, they told me to speak from the heart. This is all I can think to say:
You're an asshole.
Maybe you'll say, "How can you say that? You don't even know me." That's the problem. I don't remember anything from before you left except a lot of fighting, you disappearing for days at a time, and Mom crying a lot. Now, you stop by every few months, and you say we should hang out, and then you mess something up and you leave again.
You never stay to see what happens next. What happens is that all of your failures become my potential failures. Nothing I do is enough to fix what you do.
I said you were the favorite. How do I know? Because I have to work all the time, and all you would have to do is show up and not screw up. You don't even do that. I know that was my fault the last time, but you never even tried. They still worry about you all the time. They worry about you so much that they only worry about me because they worry about you.
So thanks for ruining my life, you asshole. I wish my trophies had fallen on you.
Also, they asked me to write this so you'd have something of me, but this is more than I've ever had from you, so I hope you really enjoy it.
Jake
PS: I went looking for your stash and I didn't find it, so I guess that means you really did quit, at least. I'm trying to think of a way to tell Mom and Dad that much, so maybe they'll relax and stop looking for mine.
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Dear Jesse,
I've been asked to write you a letter. When I said that I didn't know what to say to you, they told me to speak from the heart. This is all I can think to say:
You're an asshole.
Maybe you'll say, "How can you say that? You don't even know me." That's the problem. I don't remember anything from before you left except a lot of fighting, you disappearing for days at a time, and Mom crying a lot. Now, you stop by every few months, and you say we should hang out, and then you mess something up and you leave again.
You never stay to see what happens next. What happens is that all of your failures become my potential failures. Nothing I do is enough to fix what you do.
I said you were the favorite. How do I know? Because I have to work all the time, and all you would have to do is show up and not screw up. You don't even do that. I know that was my fault the last time, but you never even tried. They still worry about you all the time. They worry about you so much that they only worry about me because they worry about you.
So thanks for ruining my life, you asshole. I wish my trophies had fallen on you.
Also, they asked me to write this so you'd have something of me, but this is more than I've ever had from you, so I hope you really enjoy it.
Jake
PS: I went looking for your stash and I didn't find it, so I guess that means you really did quit, at least. I'm trying to think of a way to tell Mom and Dad that much, so maybe they'll relax and stop looking for mine.