I need to cry. It’s built up so much.
My boyfriend saw an old picture of me, and he said “you looked so happy.” I was also way thinner. But I was on the bad drugs in that picture, and my parents were divorced yet, and I didn’t go through what I went through yet.
He wonders why I’m not truly happy right now. Because I have my family, and people who love me, a job for now.
But I don’t know. My head won’t allow it. And I tell him it’s not his fault.
But this is exhausting. What if I ruin it and he finds someone else that is much happier than I am? I feel like such a burden right now. I’ve never loved anyone the way I do him. And I probably will never again. He’s my one.
But I feel like I’m ruining it.

















