The terrible thing that my mind and gut been telling me finally happened…
I lost… I lost a huge part of myself after receiving her letter yesterday… her one last farewell and confession…
I was not even able to say or do anything… or to reply to her feelings properly…
I failed as her best friend.
I failed as a psych student.
I failed as a person.
I failed as her hero.
I failed the only person who might only be the one who believed in me and at the same understood me…
Now… I feel nothing except the throbbing and aching pain and chaos that is rapidly surging throughout my body; veins that could burst at any moment; heart that could fail; the sane mind into madness; and my soul that is now truly damned and irreparable.
I’m now nothing but a walking corpse…
IF, I’m really sorry… I failed you…
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Mostly, you can’t save or fix people. You can sometimes help, and I’m sure you did. But if you try to make yourself responsible for the world’s pain, it will destroy you. Grieve, mourn, but don’t put it all on you.