Listen, I'm sorry. It's hard for me to say that I was wrong. It physically hurts. I know I've hurt a lot of you, even if I don't know how... I'm sorry. I'm trying to be better. Even if I'm failing at fixing how toxic I am, even if I can't ever back down or calm down when I'm upset, even if I keep hurting people, I'm TRYING. MY. BEST. I know my best isn't good enough. But I still keep trying to fix my mistakes. I know pulling a knife out of a wound doesn't make it get better, but it helps. I can't heal the wounds I create. But I'm trying to be able to at least pull the knife out before it's too late.