"I'd sacrifice a lot for you"

No, no you wouldn't, we don't even talk.
you can't consider the normal cliche starters of conversations even talking.
I'm rarely even a part of your life.

I hate having these stupid memory rushes, remembering all the things being said to me, done to me. I miss them but they just make me die on the inside a little.

I wanna tell Dylon something, but I'm afraid of getting that careless attitude with the answer of "okay?" or something. I'm not saying he doesn't care at all, but he acts like it all the time. But, after all this time, If I can, Dylon if you're reading this, I have straight A's, and I'm passing my Math at 97%, I wanted to say thanks for helping me in Math, and you were the only one who would tell me you were proud of me and mean it. No one else does anymore, no, not even mom, not even my sister, they're not even home, nobody's home and i'm practically alone in the house. I miss Dad, I know I'm always depressing and pessimistic but I just wanted to write this blog to tell you how much I appreciate you in my life, thank you so much. I love you.