I feel like I just got kicked in the stomach a million times. I just want to cry so hard right now. I'm smiling at all my friends, and they think that I'm okay. I am not okay. At all. Maybe I should die. Then I wouldn't have to hurt anyone anymore. I'm sorry I messed up. I'm sorry if I left you there alone. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'm sorry I fell in love with you. Brad, if you're reading this, forgive me...