No one blames me. At least not to my face. They assured me of that–Will, Mason, even Shawn. Still…I feel bad. Feel like I made something out of nothing. It’s not like what that asshole said was anything I haven’t heard before. I’ve just been so angry lately. So fed up. With everything. With everyone. With Mason. With myself… Anger is a lot easier to deal with than guilt. I try to imagine what you’d say, if you knew what happened. If you could somehow…respond. Or maybe you’re looking over my shoulder right now, reading everything I type.
