"I laid there in my bed and waited. Just waited. Waited for it all to make sense. Waited for someone to wake me up and tell me that it had all just been a dream. Even waited to just finally die."
I never imagined I'd be lying here, in this cold hard bed, waiting to die with so many regrets. I'm so selfish; I did this to help him, not me, and yet here I am wishing I could take it all back. Wishing that, just for a moment, I could be happy again. The kind of happy that he made me. He's the only one who can fix what's broken inside of me now...but there's just not enough time.