I wish someone would kill me. I wish I could turn back time and do things over again. Because of me, someone I loved is dead. Because of me, someone I love is hurting like he’s never hurt before. He’s ripping out his hair, his skin, he’s throwing up because of the pain he feels, the pain I caused. The person who never cries wants to cry now. Because of me. The only person I had left in the world, the only man I ever loved, the one person who means the most to me. I’m making him try to kill himself. I can’t undo […]