I truly dont think you love me anymore. How could you leave me so fucking broken and miserable and then tell me I'm not allowed to die, there hasnt been a day I havent broken down and cried at least 3 times, I had a fucking panic attack at the store because I seen a girl that looked similar to you. I'm trying so goddamm hard but it's taking everything in me not to fucking jump off the balcony of this cabin. Honestly at this point I think you're just worried about the guilt youd feel and you think everyone would blame you and that's why you dont want me to do it. I honestly dont think you love me anymore