I hate that you feel like this.

I hate that you're so far away.

I hate that I can't be there when you need me, because I would be, I would come for you at three in the morning if you called, but I can't, and it bothers me.

I'm here as much as I can be, but it's not really enough sometimes, and I wish you'd see exactly how great you really are, but you don't, and that upsets me too.

They don't get a lot of things right, but that, at the very least, is true.

Someday.

~Katie