I don’t know where you’re going or when you’re coming home.
So today you left to move to New York. I don’t really have a ton of words for this, I guess. I can’t really explain what’s going though my head. I’m just sad that you’re leaving because you’re having a rough time here.
I wish you would have just asked to stay at my house, instead. You knew you were and always are welcome in this household.
It really sucks that you think of Auburn as “home” instead of Attleboro, now. I wish that I could have changed how you felt about that. Now that you’ve decided to leave, I suppose Massachusetts feels less like home to me, too.
I don’t know if there was anything I could have done for this. But I’m really, really sorry if there was and I just didn’t act upon it. I really wish I could have helped you out more. I guess it also upsets me that you’re going so far away to a really unfamiliar place. I won’t even be able to help you out much during the school year if you ever need it, now.
In an egotistical way, I almost feel like it’s my fault you left. Like I didn’t do enough for you so now you’re going. I can’t blame you for wanting to go. You were running out of options here so I guess this is your new plan.
I don’t know. I have a bad feeling about this and I don’t like it.