bisexplicit
but i'm a lesbian
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And I think I want to. As much as I love him, as much as going to this school was my dream, as much as I wanted to make it on my own...
He told me he'd kill himself if I left him. Hell, he told me he'd kill himself if I wanted to move back home and have a long distance relationship. And, I know, if I left, that his finacial problems will get worse.
And no one else has to leave their school because they can't handle it. No one else has a hard time leaving their apartment. No one else has to leave classes due to sudden panic attacks. I feel like such a failure.
And everyone else has someone they can talk to. But I can't talk to anyone. Because no one understands. I can't talk to my family, with their "I told you he was no good" attitude. I can't talk to my friends. I'm the funny one, I'm the one who brushes over this stuff. Plus, they wouldn't understand. They went away to their schools and made other friends. Their college days are spent worrying how to smuggle alcohol into their dorm rooms, not how to convince themselves not die.
I hate myself for writing this.
But I need help. I need to be able to look at this later. Later, when he comes home, and promises me things will be better. And promises me that he loves me, and wants whats best for me. Later, when I believe him, and I somehow manage to forget how much pain I'm in. I love him, but I have to leave. And I don't think I'm going to.
He told me he'd kill himself if I left him. Hell, he told me he'd kill himself if I wanted to move back home and have a long distance relationship. And, I know, if I left, that his finacial problems will get worse.
And no one else has to leave their school because they can't handle it. No one else has a hard time leaving their apartment. No one else has to leave classes due to sudden panic attacks. I feel like such a failure.
And everyone else has someone they can talk to. But I can't talk to anyone. Because no one understands. I can't talk to my family, with their "I told you he was no good" attitude. I can't talk to my friends. I'm the funny one, I'm the one who brushes over this stuff. Plus, they wouldn't understand. They went away to their schools and made other friends. Their college days are spent worrying how to smuggle alcohol into their dorm rooms, not how to convince themselves not die.
I hate myself for writing this.
But I need help. I need to be able to look at this later. Later, when he comes home, and promises me things will be better. And promises me that he loves me, and wants whats best for me. Later, when I believe him, and I somehow manage to forget how much pain I'm in. I love him, but I have to leave. And I don't think I'm going to.