I dropped the letter I just read from my sister.

"What do you mean this is your fault? It's his, not yours. Dammit. I'm going fucking insane, but I can't ask anyone for help, they'll think I'm crazy and send me to prison or something. For fucks sake what am I going to do?"

"I had no friends, no other family, no father, no one. Not a single soul. Who would want to help a murderer like me? No one."

"I just want to be with my little sister and my mom, why? WHY?" I screamed. "I just want to be happy,everyone else has their happiness handed to them on a silver platter, while I have to work for it and I've tired and tried. But I'm not even able to succeed."

"I tried making friends but there's something about me that makes people run away, even before I went all psycho."

Don't tell me sorry. Don't. Just don't. Don't you fucking dare.