For whom am I standing here?
I dug my own grave. It’s getting deeper and deeper. I don’t think i can ever get out of it.
The precise nature of my disease is… insecurity and relationship avoidance.
Thank you for waiting for me.
But, why isn’t the ambulance coming? And where in the world am I?
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.
Don’t just give. Take things and dump the people that you should.
If you are sorry, you are supposed to say that you are sorry.
- This is all because of you.
- Fine, but I am really sorry.
But now, I don’t know who that person is anymore.