One last thing.
This isn’t your fault, and it has nothing to do with you anymore.
This is my life, and I’ve known from the outset, this was likely going to be how it went. I really am sorry. In retrospect, It was all a mistake. You’re so young, and I really hope this era doesn’t cause any more problems for you. It’d give me one more reason to hate who I am.
Don’t carry this weight. This is mine, and mine alone. Be good.
