Not that what Casey did wasn’t bad, because it absolutely was, but seriously, double standards much? What makes Casey’s crime worse than the other mothers who kill their children?
sometimes, i wonder why people even try to befriend me. all i am is a screw-up who complains about her life even if i get pissed off when i hear people complain about their lives. all i’ve ever wanted was a friend who i could tell anything to, a friend who wouldn’t think i was annoying, and a friend who would comfort me when i cried. whenever a new person would act like a friend to me i’d jump at the chance, thinking that i’d finally find that one person who wouldn’t be like everyone else. guess what? it’s never changed. it seems that everyone i become friends with, i get too paranoid about and end up ruining it all.