So I might be a hypocrite. Jealous. Loud. Pretentious. Threatened. Capitalist. Heaven forbid I be ignored or criticized. I may have abused my power, forgive me. I don't want to accept that we are all one.

You said wouldn't it be a shame to know how great I was minutes before I died. I cringed.

I was hoping we could heal each other. I was hoping we could be more together.