The truth is…
- I think I’m becoming more and more like my mom and that scares me.
- When you left I haven’t stopped crying about it. Even if I write stuff like I’m over it. Thats a load of bullcrap.
- I wonder if I’m being too selfish, that maybe I should leave so you can live a better life.
- People would be better off without me
- I’m not immune to pain.
The truth is I’m relapsing and I’m scared I’ll break my promise to you soon.