I’m sorry I didn’t choose to be the one I should be. I’m trying to repair that now. The choices I should have made stand before me, although in  fact they are since long since a part of the past.

I wish to abdicate, but I know I cannot. My attempts are vain and I kow that. Queen of despair, sorrow and grief.

I’m breaking, because I failed. I’m sorry I did not choose what I wanted to. I’m sorry I did not do what you wanted me to do, because that was my wish as well.