June 20th, 2020
It's been three days since we celebrated our three years. I didn't think it would get to this point. It's currently 2:15 am and I feel my whole world crashing down. 2:15 am and you said the words I didn't want to hear. You haven't said them in two whole years.
2:15 am
"I hate you." Those words hurt. "You don't love me, you never did. You just say you do. If I was to kill myself you wouldn't give a damn." How could you say that to me? How could you think I don't care? "At 2 am when I want to end my life, you are just sleeping. Soft and sound. I watch you. I don't know why I stay. I should just leave you." My heart just broke. Part of me wants to tell you to go. Part of me wants to go. Part of me wants to leave you for good. My mom would kill me if she knew how you talked to me. She wouldn't kill me for loving you, she'd just be disappointed that I didn't leave you. I love you but it hurts. This hurts and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I don't know what to do. I do know who to call though. Karl Jacobs.
