I have this guilt building inside of me, but when I look at it exclusively, it's not really guilt at all. It's what I wanted, it's what I want, I guess I want it all. I want the pain and the pleasure, the swelling of my chest, the sting of metal against my wrists. I want the taste in my mouth, the acid in my throat, I want everything.

I hurt you, and you don't even know it yet. You don't even know the half of it.