What were you worried about? That I might’ve died by my own hand?
Don’t be ridiculous, you aren’t worried, and she would never let me do that.
Was there ever a time that I wasn’t mistaken, that I was on the same page, that I understood and was understood properly, that I didn’t hold back, that I didn’t lie, that there weren’t any walls around me.
I’ll retract into the background, and you’ll never see me again.