Music/title: Willow Tree March; The Paper Kites
“And we all still die.”
Sometimes I find it hard to grasp the decisions I’ve made.
I knew I was self destructive, but I had no idea the extent of it.
I believe I’ve been trying to destroy my relationship to punish and hurt myself. When I get depressed I get horribly strong urges to break up with him. I feel like I deserve it because I know that I need him. Because I love him.
This is too much for me, and I’ve gone too far already.
I promised him last night that I’d go to at least one appointment to talk to someone about it.
I feel an urge to tear myself out of my skin; out of my horrible body.
I absolutely hate all of this.