Im sorry... im sorry i aint perfect. Im sorry that the sight of me makes you unhappy. Im sorry i cut. Im sorry that im not cheerful and bubbly like the other girls my age. Im sorry that i cry myself to sleep. Im sorry that i keep things locked up inside me. Im sorry i exist. Im sorry... ForewordIt was never meant to turn out this way. She stood there, trying to process what just happened. Another person, taken away from her. All the memories came flooding back at once as she broke down. Will she find that light? The end of this tunnel? The strength, the courage?