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My shirt is blood soaked and I'm never gonna be able to get it out. My dad's still insane, my moms being gay, im being put on mood-stablizers, im being put back into therapy, most likely rehab, and possibly a mental hospital for an evalutaion this summer. And I still hurt Nick. I can't belive I hurt him. I got in the middle of things and broke them up, and he didnt want to. I feel so shitty. I just want to die. I will never forgive myself for hurting him. I had a chance, but now I have none, and no one.