Wish I could.
December 17, 2008
Why does she have to go through this God? I don't understand. I cry for her because I don't know what to do. I can't accept that I can't help her. I'm scared for her. I'm scared when she sends me, “I'm scared for myself tonight,” and, “I felt like I was in a black hole.” I only want to see her as happy as she was when I met her. For the first beautiful month or even... I don't know. I don't know what to do. I hope that the Psychiatrist helps her. I hope that you help her God, because I can't stand to see her like this.
Why does she have to go through this God? I don't understand. I cry for her because I don't know what to do. I can't accept that I can't help her. I'm scared for her. I'm scared when she sends me, “I'm scared for myself tonight,” and, “I felt like I was in a black hole.” I only want to see her as happy as she was when I met her. For the first beautiful month or even... I don't know. I don't know what to do. I hope that the Psychiatrist helps her. I hope that you help her God, because I can't stand to see her like this.