I'm sorry for what I've done, you must be able to see that, it seems I'm the only one who can, my battle has not yet been won, I am a far cry from who I was only months ago, my words, they seem to only make people angrier, as they only rarely understand, that I, me, am a person and capable of making my own decisions, and now, as I look ahead, fearing the future and what it shall bring, I cry out against the unknown, wanting to go back, back to the beginning, when everything was fine, when it seemed there wasn't such a thing as anxiety, when we could walk hand in hand, no cares in the world, and now I look to the sky and see that there is no revisiting the past, that what has happened has happened and nothing will ever be the same, I've made mistakes, I harbor many regrets, people ask me questions daily that I have no answer for, my fights I have with myself, arguing, bickering, what I should do, and all I wish to do is close my eyes and escape it all, to go to sleep, and wake up again with my inner conflicts resolved, however, this cannot happen, I have to fight my fears, and destroy them, bury them deep, and never let them resurface again, but I can't, every time I try, every time I nearly defeat those fears and insignificant worries, they resurface, terrorizing me, causing me to want to run, to run out and away, into the night and lose my self in the cold wilderness, I can't do this though, there is no way for a human to completely disappear now, someone would find me, and I can't leave everyone behind now, they would hate me for it, I would hate myself for it, and the terrible, terrible ache known as loneliness, would find me yet again as it has so many times before, and I would resurface, go back to my old ways of laughing and smiling and burying the fear and anger and sadness that haunts my mind when I am truly, completely alone, and one day, I would snap, I would scream and fight and cry, and I would hate myself truly then, knowing that deep down inside, I am no better than a wild dog, ready to snap and fight and cause unrepairable pain, something I have done more than once in my life, I have cut so many ties, ruined so many things, it is truly remarkable in a horrifying, disgusting, and repulsive way, and knowing that my friends and family don't know how many people I've cut down and ruined with all the secrets people trust me with, at night, when the sunsets and the moon rises to the skies to brighten the air in a ghostly and cold way, I think back on my life and realize all the things I have done, I try to block them out, and I usually succeed, but my guilt finds me and I am left alone to fight my fight in the darkness of my room, for all you reading this speech, this confession if you will, I apologize for anything I've done to a single one of you. I'm sorry.