This makes no sense.
Even when I tell someone, I still feel horrible. It just makes me feel even worse when I let all these feelings out. I don't like telling anybody. I don't want to be judged, and I don't want people thinking the wrong thing of me. What happened happened. It's probably the reason behind my cold heart. I feel alone sometimes, and its all my fault. I just wish I had a time machine. I wish I could kick him in the balls and run. I hate him. I hate myself.