I'm finished, but not done. I tried my best and I've heard that's all that matters. Let me know? This burden is the worst I've carried, and is the most guilt I could ever feel. This is both of our faults, and you cannot deny this. I'm always sorry, always in advance.
This past weekend has been a complete roller coaster of emotions. High ups and low downs, best friends and worst enemies. I've only gotten 10 hours of sleep in 3 days, and I've worked 13 hours. If you know anything about me, you know this is not right at all. I'm more than tired, angry, and content mixed together right now. This is life.
I wish the easiest emotion for me wasn't guilt.
This hurts.