Those who care about me and who I care about are condemned. Everything I touch withers and dies.
Her blood was on the ground. She's dead. I held her close. I just couldn't let her go. I couldn't deal with loosing her, too. She loved me, and because of that, she's dead.
I had tried to pretend it was all just paranoia. I'll never see her face again. I can't do it anymore. I miss her. I can't care anymore. If no one loves me, then I'll have nothing to lose. If there's no one there, then no one will leave me.
I give up. I can't do it. I quit.