All I have to look forward to is being a caretaker for a crippled old lady, without ever being able to experience s*****/romantic love or intimacy. I’ve missed out on so many life experiences. I want a fuckinv do over. I don’t see the point in not selfishly destroying everything. You were the only person that made me want to stay alive. So excuse me if I don’t feel sorry for you like everyone else. I’m too busy mourning my wasted youth and being jealous as f*** of someone I could never measure up to, which is why he and I both need to die, them well be equal.