Oh look at me.

Oh look at me I'm actually happy right now, because tomorrow I know that I will get to see my Morgan and that we will get to have hot dogs and vodka spaghetti sauce and that we will clean out my car... and that we will not get into a fight because I will not let it happen. Wow. I love him so much I can't explain it. When we're together, even when we're fighting... i'm so much more together. I mean when he's not with me... I'm all over the place trying not to cut or attempt suicide. Even though today he made me feel like jumping off a bridge... but he stopped me from doing it... cause I was like getting out of the car going towards the bridge and he stopped me. THe only thing is he won't physically grab me because when he does it hurts me... but I like the pain... I like knowing that he cares so much that he pulls me back really hard. i do that to him... I run after him and grab him and won't let go. I don't think he realizes that if he walks away like that I'll kill myself, for two reasons... I'll think he hates me and I won't know where he is or if he's okay. I love my Morgan. I really do.