I would want to say something nice but obviously we don't hear ourselves any more. Of course I am carrying the guilt. How can it be any other way... when I am compared to an egoistical, self-absorbed cunt. Anyway. I should say something. I can't. Not any longer, no more.
I am empty. Lonely. Left behind. Broken. Sad. After all I am the weak one, the one who only wants to love and care for somebody, the one who will weep silently in her bed after re-reading her own words several times.
Wise people say that the stars burn brighter than anything just before they die and fade away.