Shattered. Broken. Empty. Insecure. Stupid. Blameful. This is how I'm feeling these days. My two best buddies are dead. And it's all my fault. No one can help me. I won't let anyone help me. I'll feel this way forever. And never let myself forget, that I'm to blame. I'm the reason for my buddies death. And there's nothing I nor anyone else, can do about it that will make me think otherwise. Ever.
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