How sad is it that I'm reduced to having nobody to talk to about my problems except for a stupid electronic journal? What am I, a thirteen year old girl? Christ.
Anyway.
Talk about going from the penthouse to the gutter almost overnight. I had it all... and then the next morning, I woke up and it was all gone.
The Corps? Gone. Babs? Gone. Worst of all... Teresa? Gone.
I had the love of my life. After all these years I had her. She showed up here, and she actually WANTED to be with me. I felt like maybe, just maybe, there was some part of me that was salvagable. That maybe deserved to be happy.
But I see what I am now. I'm always going to be the killer who doesn't deserve happiness. Who was I kidding to think that someone as good and proud as Cap would ever actually consider me a friend? Or that a woman as perfect as Terry would ever be with me?
Face it, Wade... you're garbage. It's all you've ever been, and all you'll ever be.
Wherever you are, Terry.... I miss you.
God it sucks to be unkillable.... when all you want is to die.