can't take this

i wish you would come home.

since i was fourteen years old, you have been acting like this. its been five years now, and id say only maybe 9months of those fourteen years you have acted like you cared for me. but now i realize you don't. you are a drunk. you can't even commit to going to dinner with me. i am so sick of getting my hopes up. making plans so you can only break them. i'm done. i won't call you anymore or text you. when you decide to put the bottle down, then you can call me.