I know you don’t want to listen to me, but you have to… Just hear me out, okay? I moved here from Bergen in the 7th grade. No one wanted to hang out with me, because I talk so weird. You were the only one who took care of me. I remember how proud and lucky… I couldn’t believe the most popular girls in our class wanted to be friends with me. I always really looked up to you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. Just the thought of destroying that… makes me feel sick. More than sick. It made me stop liking myself as a person. But I can’t continue having regrets for the rest of my life. It wasn’t going well between you and Jonas. You talked about breaking up with him every day. I know that’s not an excuse, but… I loved him. I wish I could do it all over again, completely different… But I can’t. I’m just going to have to accept it and move on. I’m saying this for the last time; I’m sorry. Okay? I’m sorry.