It's almost one a.m. and I can't sleep. I can't stop crying. I am so ashamed. How could I have failed so badly? That book is so bad. I don't mean like a cool book is bad or a first book is bad. I mean, it is so bad. It is so lost, it is so ugly. I am reading passages at random and I cannot believe what they did. What I allowed them to do. Why didn't I fight harder? Why did I let this to happen? I am scrolling back through original texts, how kindly, how heartedly I wrote them. How much I actually loved what I was writing about. And I scroll back and read this and I just cry and cry and cry. Please Gods. Please. I am so ashamed. Fate trusted me with a book and I fucked up so badly. I am so ashamed. I am so sorry. I am so sorry. I am so sorry.