Private: (TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide Discussion)
My dad would never be proud of me. Especially for what I am now. I don't care though, I'm letting go of the idea that I would have ever pleased my dad. He was a horrible father, and as soon as I let go of that, I'll be much happier.
I was trying to save the world, Rogers. I regret it now, because of the PTSD it caused, but I know that it was the right thing to do. I hated to make everyone worry so much, but I know that we wouldn't be here if I hadn't done that. So in my book, it's a win.
It was... I really was ready to go into that white light. I know that hell's where I'm going, and I didn't even care about that either. I don't know how to live here anymore.