Betrayal. It's one of the worst feelings.

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master.

His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed. He's letting me go. I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me. A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out. And I did find out. And I'm sorry.

And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.

Because our lies matched. It was a sign.

That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.