I’ve never thought so much about dying in my life. I remember the days before you when I can say I was happy and content with myself and now all I do is doubt my every action and feel like I can’t go on without you.

One minute you pull me sort of close and then you push me away as hard as possible.

How can you hurt me like this? How can you live with yourself knowing what you are doing to me is killing me and I have no power to make you stop. I know I can walk away, I know I could shut the door on you but the strength to do so just don’t reside inside of me at this point.

How do you make me so weak?

At this point I wish I’d just get hit by a bus.