Dammit
I scream. Stop it. You know you are doing something wrong. I place my fingers against the glass. Prick. I have no nails to pluck away the frozen snow. Pound. My fists are too cold to punch too hard...to make it break...to shatter and fall away. STOP IT. YOU ARE IN THE WRONG...
I am fucking retarded. God fucking dammit.
You should have listened to me. You knew I was there...watching...waiting. You knew that I could have helped you get out of the tangles you webbed yourself in. All you had to do was ask. You should have asked.
I am a dumb-ass.
Don't worry, things are actually worked out. It just doesn't feel that way right now. Everything is fine. You are not the one that should be apologizing. You just did one minor incident in a series of crap that wasn't your fault. Close your eyes. Kiss yourself to sleep. And have faith that everything is ok.