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It's not okay, I can't even live with myself, I can't live with what I've done. What do I do? I don't know what to do anymore.

I never knew you'd actually do it, I didn't know I really hurt you and now you might not come back. I can't even tell you I'm sorry. I can't say anything, it might be too late.

I was hurting so I hurt you to get away from my own pain.

I hate myself for what I've done, I need you to come back, I need to say I'm sorry, I'm crying but that's not going to bring you back.

I was lonely, and hurting and needed to feel strong, but I'm only now realising that what I did was wrong but it's too late to fix everything. Brooklyn you didn't deserve what I did to you. I wish that was me in that hospital bed.

I didn't think what I was doing was affecting you so bad, all the words I said and how I physically hurt you, I didn't realise it made you feel like it was better to die than to be here.

I ruined you. Brooklyn it might be too late for me to say this but I'm really truly sorry. There is no excuse for what I did. I'm a bully.