We didn't fail him. He never let us help him. We tried. And he just didn't. And you know what? Fuck him. Fuck him for blaming us for his own fucking inability to let anyone in. That isn't our fault. It's not. We can't blame ourselves for every fucking thing. He was our family and he chose to leave us and it's not our fucking fault that he wouldn't stay. Because that's what family does! They die or they fuck off and anyone who tells you otherwise is bullshitting you.
Some days it's better just to not get out of bed. I'll stay with you. I don't really feel like getting out of bed myself.