I FUCKING HATE MYSELF.
I MISSED HER DAD GETTING OUT OF JAIL, I MISSED HER BIRTHDAY, WHAT'S NEXT?!
It's been a while since I felt this low.
It's her day and I'm making it all about me.
I could do more.
I could spend the whole day on call or write her stories all night, but at the end of the day... I'm too tired.
My hands are shaking and I have bruises and sunburns and cuts and scars and I like it.
If I can't be there for her, why should I be here at all.
Fuck.