Maybe if I had stood back, I would've recognized more. I could've saved him. I could've made myself braver. Maybe I'd communicate better with them.
I got too wrapped up in what was good that when the darkness struck, all I could see was the dark. I always wanted to see the glass half full, but all I do now is see the worst in every situation.
What if the light doesn't come back?
I feel myself being alone more often than not. I feel a little bit like a last resort or like I'm still considered people's friend out of pity.
I wish he was here. I would've talked to him more than I did. He'd know what to do.
Screw New York. I hate it.
In an alternate universe, I'd probably be happier. But only if I had him. If I had my ASC brothers and sisters. My school family.
I'm so sorry I didn't talk. I'm scared of making mistakes. I need to get back in touch with people.
You never know when someone has taken their last breath until your heart sinks. You might not know why, but when you get that call, you'll get it.
I wish I could turn back the clock. I wish I could've done something.
