I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I love you. Not just because it has ruined our friendship, but also because it has changed me. I’m sorry that I can’t just toss my feelings aside and move on. I’m sorry that I can’t take it back. I’m sorry that I put you in a position where you had no choice but to hurt me. I’m sorry that I opened up to you. I’m sorry that I told you all of my problems. I’m sorry that I like girls. I’m sorry that I like you, even though you’re straight. I’m sorry that I still like you even when I know that I will never EVER have a chance with you. I’m sorry that my heart is broken. I’m sorry that no matter how hard I try, I can never blame you for anything. I’m sorry that I always keep running back to you. I’m sorry that you are one of the only reasons I haven’t killed myself yet. I’m sorry that I rely on you. I’m sorry that I’m trying to move on, but I’m even more sorry that I’m failing. I’m sorry that I stopped opening up. I’m sorry that I started hurting again. I’m sorry that I relapsed. I’m sorry that I feel so guilty about everything. I’m sorry that my anxiety has been suffocating me. I’m sorry that I’m not letting anyone help me. I’m sorry that you tried to help me. I’m sorry that you even know me. I’m sorry that I’m still here. I’m sorry that I haven’t left yet. I’m sorry that I probably won’t be seeing you for a very long time here soon. I’m sorry that I probably won’t say goodbye. I’m sorry that I’m so hurt inside. I’m sorry for existing. I’m sorry.