i just feel like a total fraud right now you know my daughter's graduating high school and i'm supposed to write this big heartfelt letter for her yearbook the kind of thing where you pour your soul out and tell her how proud you are how much she means to you and i sat down to do it last night after everyone was asleep like finally a quiet moment no work emails no screaming at the dog no bills to pay just me and my thoughts and this blank page and i started typing but everything felt so… flat so forced like i was just listing things she's done instead of feeling them you know what i mean i'm looking at the screen and it's all just words words that don't quite connect to the lump in my throat that should be there so i did it yeah i just typed "heartfelt graduation letter for daughter" into that damn chatbot and the first few paragraphs it spit out were a bit generic but then i started tweaking the prompts adding stuff about her art her weird sense of humor her helping me through that rough patch when i lost my job and suddenly this thing this AI this… machine was giving me lines that were like EXACTLY what i wanted to say but couldn't find the words for phrases that actually made my eyes water a little you know about her wings and her spirit and her light it was like my own emotions but articulated by something else something without feelings and i’m sitting there copying and pasting these beautiful sentences into her letter and a part of me is like YES this is perfect she's gonna LOVE this but another part of me the part that's typing this right now feels like a hollow shell like i just outsourced my love to a computer i guess it's not even just about the letter it’s more like a symptom of everything else lately always trying to keep up always feeling like i'm falling behind like a bad dad a bad husband a bad everything working sixty hours a week just to pay rent in this city and then still feeling like i'm not enough for my kid when it actually counts and now this like i can’t even put my own heart into words anymore what does that say about me you know it’s supposed to be her big moment and i’m over here having an existential crisis about a chatbot it's just… exhausting and i gotta finish this by friday and i really want it to be special for her but now every perfect word feels like a lie every sentence a reminder that i couldn't do it myself i dunno what to do man i just don't know