Landslide.

I'm sorry. You'll never know how sorry I am, how wretched I feel, how much I wish things were different. You'll never know how disgusted with myself I am, how much I wish I could claw inside of my chest and scratch this feeling out of me.

You'll never know, and what's worse, you won't believe me because if I really felt that wretched about it, it should have never happened, right?

There's nothing I will say here that I haven't said before. I just don't want you to wait.

I know that seems presumptuous, but it has to be said. Don't wait. You're not a coward.

Don't let me or anyone else ever block your way.

There are people waiting if you need to talk. I made sure of that.

I wish things were different. With every piece of my soul, I wish it. Whether you believe it or not doesn't stop it from being true.