I tried. I failed. Just like I do in life. 

I had to get 47 stitches down my wrist, then wrapped. Do ya think my mom cared? Nope. Who was there? My dad. He actually cares. The sad thing is, a bunch of strangers I met online care more about me than most of my family. I'm sorry, Kenna. I shouldn't of tried. I should have listened to you. It made me feel worse rather than better. Made me feel more guilty, and that I caused pain for more people. That's all I seem to do, is screw things up.

My head feels like it's spinning at 1,000,000 miles per hour, and my climax keeps going. Feels like it's never ending. But I know at some point, the falling action WILL come, even if it is a while. I- I don't know why I waste my time. I don't know why I try so hard. I wish things  would come..............easier. But this is life Welcome to reality. Kenna, I'm sorry of what you had to deal with, and I'll never forgive myself. I was a terrible friend, to put that kind of weight on your shoulders. If I could, I would lift it right back off. I'm not so sure I can. 

I-I'm just sorry.