That’s what I feel right now.
Guilt, because I broke a young man’s heart a couple of months ago and I fear for his life.
Grief, because of the horrible losses my school and community has had to deal with.
Fear that it will happen again.
That it will happen to someone I’m really close to.
These three emotions can be very strong, out-spoken (or silenced), and ghastly.
Sometimes, it’d just be nice to not feel them.
Especially all at once.
My heart goes out to those out there struggling. I’m right there with you.
As well as that young man who’s in a rut all because of me. If you knew my situation though, you wouldn’t be blaming me.
Just remember… You are always loved. Even if you don’t love yourself.