Over the past two years I’ve tried several times to help someone get out of a bad place, and all I’ve done is push them further in. I’ve tried over and over to make things better for others, and all I’ve done is make things worse. I’ve only proved to others that in a bad time, they’re all better off just not talking to me. And it’s all my fault.


My wings have been clipped, my feathers have dimmed, and my heart has become nothing but dust. This year was going so well, and now it’s completely fallen apart with little hope of anything good happening in the next few months. I’ve done nothing but dig my own mental grave through all of the mistakes I’ve made at the expense of almost everyone around me. I don’t want to have to go anywhere, but the immediate future has become nothing but despair that I have no choice but to slowly wade through myself, and it’s all because of me.


I’m sorry…