I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have a shoulder to lean on. I’e forgotten what its like to not be sad, to not be afraid.
It’s been another off and on bad couple of days. or should I say nights. he’s feeling sorry for himself. I don’t know what it is with the beginning of spet. but its bad.
he says he loves me but hates me. it scares the hell out of me and I keep wondering when. not if when it’s going to get bad again.