Santana's reaction:

I have been sitting here, staring at this piece of paper for over half an hour. Its at that moment, I realize that I'm crying. I'm crying, actual tears, because I'm actually upset. I never though I would be crying over Rachel Berry. I never thought I would be upset if something bad ever happened to her. But I also never thought she would actually kill herself. It's one of those things that doesn't make sense. She had so much ahead of her. All of her dreams of being on Broadway. Now they're gone, because of me. Because I've been such a bitch. It is completely my fault, I know that. I know I'm a bitch. I just didn't know that I could ever make someone want to die because of it.

Rachel is right. One hundred percent. About the whole- words hurt- thingy. They do. I know that. I think part of the reason that I act like a cold hearted bitch is because I have no other way to express my feelings. My grandmother always used to tell me that there was a certain way to do things, including who I am supposed to love. Because I'm actually a lesbian, and I hate the fact that I am, I hate the fact that I'm so different, and that this world won't accept it, I go around and make other people feel bad about themselves. Including Rachel. She was just the easiest to make fun of. And I actually feel awful. I'm so sorry, Rachel. I never meant for it to end up this way. But it's too late. I promise that I'll be true to myself. I promise that I won't be a bully to everyone, because nobody deserves what I put you through.


I might just not finish this because no one is reading these. I'm not going to update until I get reviews so that I know I'm not wasting my time. Anyway, if you are reading these... Thanks (: