She thought about writing you. She told me she longer knows how to feel towards you. You've taken her and rung her out too many times. She says "he cares" like its a question and you can see disappointment in her eyes, with a side of hope. As disappointment grows, hope fades. Know that her hope only goes so far but disappointment won't go away. In the way she looks at you, it's there. How she carries herself, it's there. You've effected her in ways even she will never understand, but you can't see anyone but yourself. Her worst fear is becoming anything like you, see but you don't understand all the damage you leave behind just when you walk. You're consumed with yourself and it's sickening to call someone so selfish, so clueless your father. And I'm glad I wrote this because she never would.