I'm allowed to be angry, upset, or get anxiety attacks as long as you don't know about it, because it makes you feel uncomfortable.
It sounded like a threat, if I didn't have control of my emotions, you'd leave me, again. You have no idea how insecure I get, because I know you can do without me, but I can't without you.
I'm not as strong as you think I am. But you refuse to see it, so you shut everything out and keep me on a pedestal.
I feel wronged, and I'm scared. So I say I'm sorry.
My actions and your reactions have convinced me that I am a self-centered, insensitive bastard. I'm sorry.
If I'm too scared to live, I might as well die, right?
Don't forgive me.
I'm sorry.
