Billy

I hate this.
I hate that my blood makes me crazy.
I hate that I can't function without being chemically altered.
I hate that I fucked up your life.

You haven't.
I did that on my own.

No, you deserve to be happy.
I don't.
I must have some weird-ass karma.

We both do.

No, it's just me.
The fact that I could have hurt you like that upsets me like nothing ever has.
When I look at you, all I can say is I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.
And inside I feel like tears are streaming down my cheeks.
But there're not, are they?
Don't cry.
Please don't cry,
just because I can't.
You be happy.
I want you to be happy.
I'll be happy if you are.

Okay.

I'm so lost inside.
I wish that I could get out.
I don't think I ever will.

You will, Billy.

It's alright.
It's OK.
You're so beautiful.