Nipples and Drama
I just wrote a very pompous e-mail, but it felt good to write it. I think I fucked myself over again, but I don't even know what to do anymore. One little mistake and I'm back in the goddamn doghouse. The best part was how last night I finally shared the whole, "I was around him all the time because he was suicidal and I was TERRIFIED," and I've still come out of it as the bad guy. I'm sorry if I overreact to things like that, but high school trained me to take it seriously. And if I could do it over again, I don't think I'd change anything.
When someone tells you they may not have been around without your actions, you don't fucking regret a thing.
When someone tells you they may not have been around without your actions, you don't fucking regret a thing.