Fuck it. If I'm not that important to you, fine. So be it; I'm done trying. I'm tired of feeling bad for something that I can't handle on my own; something I’ve spent years in counseling trying to fix, yet have been completely and totally unsuccessful thus far. When I said it wasn't something that I could help, I meant it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I am sorry.
But for now, I am done.
