I’m tired of giving you examples of times I said things I regret. This is the last time I’ll have feelings of self doubt, or feel sorry for myself. I’ve spent the last four years making new best friends who, after a few more months, I won’t ever see again. I’m so damn sorry that I fucked up. And despite all my best efforts to analyze the minds of great writers by studying the words they once wrote, I’m no closer to cracking Joyce than I am myself. Is it always like this, or is it in my head? I’m sorry for everything.
I think this song sums up where my head is right now.