You called right after I made that post- by coincidence or by design. You're right. I deserve so much more than I get. I'm becoming more like my father everyday. So passive, putting everyone else before himself...
I can't have those happy dreams for you tonight. It hurts so much. My lungs can't get enough air, I just keep breathing, and when it stops it feels like I'm dying. My lip keeps twitching and I can't stop shaking. It never hurt this much before. Why does it hurt so much? My face is wet. I just want it all to stop. I just want you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Make it stop.
Help me
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