im sorry- a ghostinnit Story (On A Break For Now)

"please tell my love im sorry"

I think I've been walking for days. I don't know at this point. I have learned that ghosts don't need food or water to live we just like to eat and drink it! We get hungry but never to the point it's hurts its like the feeling where you want a snack. A few days ago when I started running I just didn't stop. I once tried to turn back but noticed I have no idea where I am and kept walking. I'm now currently in the middle of a dark oak forest. Tall trees and large mushrooms towered over me. I stop walking to look up. Finally a gap in the leaves so I can see the sky. Oh... its night... guess I'm going to stop for the night. I sit down right where I am standing and keep looking at the night sky. And just by the feeling in my gut I can tell I'm going into another memory. I stand up and start pacing. I don't want to remember, no no no, I don't want to see what the night sky reminds me of! I scream as loud as I can out of frustration.
"THIS IS STUPID!"
I scream out, my wings fly outwards and my hands go into my hair gripping it. I slowly sink onto the ground curling into a ball.
"You in that much pain as a ghost mate?"
Great the voice in my head that is basically me! I'm going insane.
"Voice in my head what do you want..."
The voice laughs and screaming, it was low and sounded confused.
"SO YOU CAN TALK BACKKKKK OH MY GOD! WELL I GOT TO GO I ONLY GET A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF TIM-"
And like always the voice was cut off. I actually miss his voice now. It's so quiet it's deafening... I feel so alone. Guess I should keep walking... as I walk I hear a shuffle in the trees. I stop, who else would be here.
"Quackity my love?"
The voice made me jump his voice sounded like he was talking next to a static covered TV. His voice sounded like static! It was such a sad voice.
"Hello?"
I yell out, why was this person calling Quackity his love?
"You're not Quackity..."
I look to where the voice was coming from and a few feet away from me was a floating goat... man? His eyes were pitch black voids his skin was a ghostly white, a blue liquid was dripping from the corners of his mouth. His hair was a black- brown color and was a total mess. He wore a blue sweater and black  dress pants. On his head were also a pair of.. ram horns..  now that I think of it why does he look so familiar? I swear I know him.
I nod and frown.
"Hello I'm ghostinnit but please just call me tommy!"
He tilts his head at me. He was still floating im front of me...
"Hi tommy I'm Glatt! But you can call me... well umm I don't remember my name!"
I nod and frown. I need to know why he was asking about Quackity.
"Why were you calling out for Quackity?"
I ask while examining him.
"Because he is the love of my life! I need to find him to say sorry! I dont know why I need to say sorry exactly but I know I have to say sorry to him!"
Now I'm more confused, the love of Quackitys life is a goat, ram type thing!?
"How do you know its quackity?"

(WARNING THIS PART CONTAINS TALK OF CUTS AND BLEEDING AND KIND OF IMPLIED SELF HARM IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE DONT READ AHEAD IM SORRY!)

The ram pulled up the sleeve to his sweater to reveal his arm covered in scars the cuts were words and it said.
"Im sorry quackity my love, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry."
He rolled up his other sleeve and showed his other arms. The words read as,

"Please tell my love I'm sorry"