According to you, I'm a terrible person. I've ruined her life, you say. It doesn't matter
how many times I've saved that life; taken the razor, told her to put down the gun,
pleaded her, begged her... You don't know. Apparently I tell people everything. Strange,
when I'm told I'm a trusted friend... But it makes sense. How many times do I hear
things are being hidden from me? How many times do I have to wonder what's going
on because nobody wants to tell me? I'm a terrible person. I've just gotten over hating
myself. That was a long, hard battle against myself and now I can't even look myself in
the eye. Don't turn around and say that you didn't mean it. Because I don't believe that.
If you hadn't meant it, you most likely wouldn't have said it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ruin
everyone's life. I'm sorry people can't trust me. Better off dead... I'm sorry...
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