I am not asking for sympathy. I can only hope for forgiveness.
I don’t need a lecture or a reminder of how badly I fucked up.
If I’m acknowledging my mistakes, what else could you possibly want from me? If you’re already aware that I’m rotting away inside, that I’m killing myself knowing how much damage I’ve done, that I hate myself, what else is there to tell me or do?
I don’t need you to make me feel worse. Just that you know I’m sorry for what I’ve done.