The guilt is eating me. I am worried about him. All i ever wanted is just him to be around. And to just know how he’s doing. Didn’t ask for anything else, but he always told me that he feels like an idiot for talking to me, and that I’m always wasting his time. He has told me about how alone he feels, that I am a disappointment and that he regrets meeting me. It’s the guilt. The guilt that I failed him… That I was useless and never ever enough.