God dammit.

Well, that plan worked wonderfully. (Insert sarcasm here)

Honestly, I don't know why I'm waiting around for you. You haven't talked to me AT ALL! What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to do? I don't understand you anymore; at this point I don't even know if you ever did care for me.

Why are you doing this?

Can't you see that I'm having a hard enough time as it is?

Do you want to see me broken?

What?!

I don't get you, I don't get me, I don't get anything else either.

I wish you would contact me, and explain what's going on inside that head of yours...

Because you're scaring me.

God dammit.

I make myself sick, you know that?

I disgust myself. This cowardice... Why?

Why am I so concerned about what you think?

Half of you has let me go, that much is painfully clear...

But I'm too afraid to ask why.

And the other half?

I have no idea... And I'm still too afraid to ask.

I didn't want this, and I hope to God that you didn't either.

I hope you don't think that this is some kind of game or joke, 'cause you don't know the half of it.

You don't know how hard I'm fighting to stay alive right now.

It would be so easy to end it now, it really would.

But I don't want to go that way.

I promised that I wouldn't kill myself.

I refuse to break that promise.

But you're not making it any easier on me.

We're supposed to be a team.

We're supposed to support each other.

So why am I always alone?