i didnt believe that i could love until he moved to the other side of the country. i stopped cutting so that i wouldnt run the risk of accidentally hurting myself beyond that point... beyond the point where i would still appreciate hearing him on the phone. i gave up a beautiful relationship for him. i would have done anything for him.
the funny part is that he came home and i was going to see him for a couple hours during the time in which i was home and right before he left. but i was passed out cold.
isnt it GREAT that sleep kept me from him, while he has kept me from sleep?
ps. im new here. hi. call me jane; everyone else does.