I was wrong. So darn wrong.
They fought for me. They bloody hell fought for me. To think i thought they didn’t. The tears. So much tears… Why? I wanted them to fight for me, but i didn’t want them to cry. I am not worth those tears.
Thank you for fighting for me. I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you fought for me. It gives me hope, really. Everything is uncertain now, and i feel like i don’t know anything at all. But if the battle’s lost, move on. Move on without me. You guys have to. If the battle’s still being fought, and if you’re still fighting, i’ll fight. I’ll fight with you. We’ll fight together.
I don’t even know what to say anymore. I don’t even know what i’m supposed to be feeling. Everything i am always seem to be wrong. Damn it.