You supported my dream. I achieved it. I’m able to support you. I’m able to give you everything we planned. Except I’m not who you want.

I just need to read that.

I remember that happiness is a feeling from who makes you feel good and not just people doing shit for you. I hate saying that I worked on my career to give us all the superficial things because that doesn’t matter with emotions. It’s something I need to get over. No matter how much I love you, you’ll never be truly happy with me. I can’t mold myself into the person you need to make you happy. I am who I am. I’m unhappy now, but I need time to stop feeling sorry for myself. I feel like an idiot typing this, but I’m trying to find a comfortable outlet.