I'm drownding. I'm caged. I can't breath. Everythings telling me to run as fast as I can from you. Maybe it's stupid of me to think I can fix you because at this point patients and understanding with an extra dose of love isn't clotting your wounds. Is this what I want to do my whole life? RUN.

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I'm starting to think this was all too good to be true. Everyone's starting to see the issue isn't me it's you. You make everything harder for me, and everything harder for you. Why can't we just be happy with they way things are going? Is that to hard for you? The tables were turned and the problem was always me but deep down beneath the wound it was only you driving yourself crazy. I put everything on the table and I gave you my all If I'm not there 100%, I was never there at all. But how can you make her happy if your not happy yourself. this feeling you get wrapped up around was never good for your health. You say you trust her but you need to see. Trust is believing, Well did you ever really have faith in me.