I didn't want to hurt any of you. But I kept doing it. Every time I tried to help, I just seemed to make things worse. Every time I tried to do something to show you that I wasn't dangerous or horrid or psychotic, I just made myself seem that much more so. I never expected forgiveness, Skye. Never. And by the end of it, I knew I didn't deserve it.
I know what my reality is, okay? I never stood a chance.