I tried. I really did. I told the truth, with no hidden agendas, no accusations, no dredging up old wounds. Just the way it is, right here, right now.

And I got nowhere.

I can’t do this anymore.

I’m sorry I’m not the person you wanted me to be. She doesn’t exist; she never did.

There’s only me.

I’m sorry that isn’t enough for you, but I can’t do anything about that now.

I’ve tried for so long to be whoever that person was supposed to be, and now I don’t know who I am.

Or who I was.

Or who I can be.

Or who I want to be.

Or if I want to be.


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