At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.
The truth remains. I was, and am, disgusted with myself.
I had to fight so hard not to cry.
I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.
This is my fault. Mine. Making her think I'd be here for her.
My parents will be sad for a while, and they may even blame themselves, the way they do now. Eventually they'll come to peace with my decision. I hope they'll realize I'm finally at peace.