Mark found my blog. Through that I found his. He thought I cheated on him with my cousin. That's why he tried to kill himself. Fuck. I'm an idiot. I broke him. He blames himself. He really shouldn't. He couldn't know. How could he? I don't want him to hate himself. But all I've done I just that. I made him depressed. I wish I could just rewind time, go back to before all of this happened, snuggled up with Mark while watching a silly movie. I miss that. I miss that so fucking much.