Okay, hold on a fucking second.

I write you a letter that's two (extra large) pages long expressing my feelings. Half of it's reassurance and love. Most of the rest of it is apologizing. Literally one paragraph is criticizing anything about your behavior, after which I explained I haven't told you until now because every time you're confronted with anything you burst into tears. I thought a letter would be easier.

Yet today I find out you're mad because the "whole letter" was "criticizing you" and not appreciating what you do for me. What did you expect? That you're doing nothing wrong? That people don't get to set boundaries with you because you're depressed? Fuck that. I still get to set boundaries when you are hurting me, depression or no.

You're so over dramatic.