“I’m mad at me, Winnie. I’ve been mad at me for four fucking years because all I have wanted to do was tell you the truth about what happened. Instead I wrote stupid songs—” “I really liked your song.” “—and tried to pretend I didn’t know how much I was hurting you. I’m sorry, okay?” He doesn’t actually sound sorry as he says this. He instead sounds furious, and now there are spots of pink rising onto his cheeks.
