I feel disgustingly sad and lonely. I don’t know if I’ve made the right decision, I don’t know if I made a wrong decision. You didn’t fight for me. But I never gave you a second chance- I can’t, maybe. I feel scared, very vulnerable and when I get to that stage, I freak out and leave. It’s true. Issues I have, it’s horrible.
But things always get better one way or another, right?