"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

This is not a love letter, it’s a farewell letter.
You left my life of my own free will when I was still just an innocent baby who did not know things. When that happened I was too young to be hurt. But now that I’ve grown up, now that I’ve grown up without you, it hurts. It hurts. I miss you more than anything, I miss what we could have become, I miss when I thought you were good. But now, all I’ve been doing is hating you and trying to block you from my mind. You will never read it, but deep down I do not really want you to read it, because you do not even deserve my words. I’ve always been here for you, for us. But you’ve never been here for me. I feel so angry for it. But you will no longer have that power over me. My incredible philosophy teacher said that no matter what pain they caused you, what matters is what you do with that pain. I’ve decided I will not let your pain hurt anymore. See you, Dad. Have a nice life.