I’ve done horrible things and I deserve to die. I sexually assaulted a good friend of mine six years ago, and I have never stopped hating myself for it. I don’t understand why I did it and I don’t understand how I let it happen. Through mutual friends I know that it destroyed her psychologically, and apparently she’s still in therapy. I wish I could take it all back. I did a horrible thing and I can’t live with it. I’ve self-harmed for years over guilt from the assault. I’m so sorry, Chelsea.