Sorry.

I'm sorry about my previous post. But I don't think I can do it anymore. I love you, but I'm over second guessing myself. If you must, you must. Go right ahead, I won't stop you anymore.

I came to Wagga, specifically, to forget the things that have gone on since February, when I was here last, and you knew full well that I wanted to enjoy myself. I've cried way to much already. I've sat outside in the cold and bawled my eyes out to the point that I gave myself a blood nose. I don't know if anyone realises how helpless and isolated I actually feel at the moment. I want to be with everyone as support, but I don't know how good-a-support I would be.

I feel somewhat guilty for not being there today while everyone else was out. I sat at the Wagga Racecource hyperventilating. Alone. I don't mean to sound selfish, but I had no one. I sat there hyperventilating and alone.

I love you, but I don't know if I can help you anymore.