I had become a shadow of my former self. The dream that I thought was so close couldn’t have been farther. She seemed so great and perfect, but the truth was she was never real. She could not have been, because there was nothing to be gained. Because I could not change. And she could never understand my sickness. So all I could do was to let her save herself from a life full of lies and a life full of pain and sorrow. Because all the choices I made ended up being nothing but failure and sorrow.