What’s the point of this? Like this is somehow… information I don’t possess.
I’ve said this before a hundred time myself. I know I can’t change what I did; that’s why I’m still here. If I could, I’d give my life to do it. But if I can’t change what happened, I can at least try to help others for the rest of my life. It won’t make amends, it never will. But it’s all I can do.