One of these nights in the future, sooner or later, I’ll have to look inside myself and ask, while thinking about everything I’ve done: what were all my mistakes?\ And that night, how the hell am I going to defend myself?\ Who will I throw the blame on?

Because you know it - you’ve always known it - that all of your unhappiness, you’ve always been the one who brought it on yourself.\ You know that. You really do.

So tell me: how will you forgive yourself for everything you didn’t say, and so left behind?\ For everything you put aside?\ For all the things you could have said but didn’t?

How will I forgive myself, when something - one night in the future - makes me remember what I missed, what I gave up?

How will I forgive myself?