I can't live like this. I can't. I'm making myself sick. I can hardly eat. I sleep too much, and I'm tormented by my dreams the whole time. Tonight, I've been literally walking the floor. I feel about a hundred years old.
The guilt is killing me. Tearing me apart. Eating me from the inside out.
Must do something. Soon.
Why haven't I already?
Because in addition to being a bad person, I'm also a big, fat coward.
Dear God, give me strength. I surely don't have it in my myself.
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