I feel like I'm just-like there's nothing I can really do. I can't tell what's supposed to happen. And it hurts because of the memories. I feel like I'm failing you. Failing everyone. I want to tell you we'll figure it out and it will be okay. But I don't want to say that and then not have it happen. Because I don't know how it will play out. I just wish I could have given you the chance to be happy. I feel like you could have been if you weren't stuck inside all day. It just wouldn't be easier. And I don't know if it's something you're okay with.
