I can't sleep, I can't breath. If I had the balls to slit my wrists right now I would. Let it all end. I'm sick of crying, it hurts worse everyday. He doesn't understand any of it. Why, or how. And he doesn't even know the half of it. A little sad doesn't explain it. I've tried to be perfect for so long, but it doesn't do or help anything. It was never like this before him, it's not me. I'm scared. I'm scared of what I'll do to myself. What he'll push me to do. But for some unknown reason I can't leave him. He's the only thing stable that I have. He's the control, never changing. Always an a**, always.
