"Guilt is like a ton of bricks: it's only heavy if you hold on to it." He told me.
"I'm going to dump her, I just don't know when." He told her.
"I'm ready, I really need to get in for an appointment." I told the therapist.
"You have to do better." I told myself.
"I'm sorry." I told my friends.
"I don't know if we're just holding onto it. I still have feelings for you." He said.
"Pray for me." I asked my mom.
"Please.... Help me." I asked God.