I don’t want to go anywhere, see anyone, do anything…
It didn’t have to happen, but it did. So, I’m sitting here, beating myself up. I just wanted it to happen a different way, not like this. It could have been over something so much more.
Now that I’m gone, you’re going to do everything that should have been done when I was there. It’s okay, I wish the best for you. I just wish I was enough, because if I was, we could have had it made. And when you get to where you want to be, you’re going to forget all about me, and hopefully by then, I’ll be over this. But for now, I’m stuck, and I hate myself for it.
Why can’t I handle it the way I said I would.
