What is it that I feel guilty about? What is it that I don't would be easier
\ to answer. Look at me, what do you see? A camwhore. Did my dad want me
\ to grow up like this? If he'd knew what I did for money, would he be proud
\ of me? Why was I away from him? Why didn't we enter the endtimes together?
\ What must he'd been through, his daughter missing or dead? Oh dad,
\ I'm so sorry, I'M SO SORRY!

And what must had Liz felt when she heard about... the situation? SHE LEFT ME
\ HELPLESS IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING APOCALYPSE! She must have never forgiven
\ herself! What a torture, and it's me who's the reason for her anguish. Oh Liz,
\ you'd blamed yourself so much, but you have done nothing wrong, it was
\ my decision, my responsibility! I've hurt you so much!

Then here's the old man, the one that would gladly give his right arm for me,
\ he would do ANYTHING for me to be happy, and what do I do to him? He wrote
\ poetry for me! POETRY! And all I can do is ~~come without permission~~
\ that aside, all I can do is require more work from him, AND I CAN'T EVEN
\ HELP HIM RELAX A LITTLE, oooooh I'm such a disaster, such a failure,
\ such a WORTHLESS USELESS PIECE OF ME...

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