I can’t even begin to explain how sor­ry I am. Would you even believe me, if I told you why?

If I was­n’t so exhaust­ed, was­n’t so achy, was­n’t so men­tal­ly drained…but I know they’re all just excus­es, and I gave you my word. Would you even under­stand, if you knew how much I want­ed to be there?

This med­i­cine is like a drug, a bad, cher­ry-tast­ing drug, that caus­es drowsi­ness and low­ers my inhi­bi­tions.