you should not be sending me cards you should not show up at Christmas time and birthdays you should not be sending letters as if you are there for anyone. I know what you’re doing. Maybe you do, but I don’t think so. I don’t think you do. don’t assume we forgive you, and don’t think that your gestures will make up for hurting them they’re still broken from years of your torment everything is not okay keep hiding behind your imaginary right of forgiveness I’m not your christ. I don’t forgive you. every gesture you make is an insult