I hurt them. Both of them. The two people who are so close to me and doing everything in their power to make sure I'm fine are the people I hurt. If not for my wanting to stop, I'm afraid of what I would have even done with them. This isn't right, this is not how things should be going. I didn't mean to hurt any of them. Yet I did. I don't know how I can possibly make up for it. How can I even look at myself without hating every last part of my being? How can you still talk to me with so much affection in your voice? I'll never understand.
