Sep 01, 2009 23:07
Sometimes I wish something bad would happen to me while he was out smoking with his friends.
So he can finally feel guilty.
Even if I could move back to Chicago, I couldn't handle it.
I would hate the thought of him falling in love with someone else.
Someone who didn't sacrifice everything like I did.
He would marry this person, it all this would be for nothing.
Sometimes I wish he would physically hurt me, so I would have a final reason to leave.
I know that sounds terrible, but it feels like it would be the only way to shake me.