•SEVENTEEN•
I'm crying again.
Pathetic.
You told me that you hate weak people.
I tried, I really did.
But the voices, they follow me.
This disownment, it weighs on me.
I couldn't help but at least try, you know, to end my life.
You wouldn't miss me, my family wouldn't miss me. Hell, even my dog wouldn't miss me.
I'm sorry I couldn't be strong for you.
I hope you forgive me.
