Yeah, doctor, I still think I'm responsible for Tracy's suicide.

I know – we've been through all this. Guilt is a part of the grieving process. It's all natural. I read all the books you gave me. They didn't change a damn thing.

I mean, you don't understand. Tracy was my friend, my best friend. We told each other everything – guys we liked, problems we had. She could have come to me. She could have talked to me. Instead, she did this.

You wanna know the worst part? The worst part is, I did know. I knew what was going on just like everybody else. But we turned away, because we didn't want to know. We turned away, and we kept it to ourselves.

But – what if we hadn't? What if, just once, we would have said something? Would it have been enough? Would she have gotten help? I think so. I really do.

I just.. if I would have done something. Anything!

But I didn't. And I can't forget that, doc. I can't. Tracy committed suicide, but I killed her. We killed her. Because we didn't want to see.

Tracy.. I'm so sorry.