After days of hunger and starving it hit me again why I was here. After days of hunger and starving it hit me again why I hated myself so much. K was abused. And I said those words to her.
This is why I stopped eating. This why my body failed me. This is why my mind finally revolted against me. This is why I have simultaneously caved in and flipped out.
This is why, still to this moment and for as far as I can see ahead, I am in a penultimate act of contrition. It will not stop, for I cannot be forgiven.
I have compounded the pain of a scarring sting. I am sick with shame.
St. Patrick, my ass.
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