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God, kill me now.
I worry him too much. I worry him and I'm constantly crying about something. I make him comfort me and I know he doesn't want to be doing it. It brings me so much guilt to see him frown and comfort me. I feel as if I'm burdening him. I'm trying hard to be light-hearted. It feels good to laugh, I agree, but.. I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I feel as if he doesn't enjoy talking to me, but he does to amuse me. God, Valjean. I love you. What can I do to make you happy? What can I do to make you laugh and smile? Is there anything I can actually do?
I'm a burden.
How can this man love me.. this kind, passionate man?
If only I could rip out my heart. It pains me too much.