I was exhausted, yet entertained (until I let the depression grab hold of me). You were really sweet, even though you were feeling like shit yourself.
Every time you said you wanted to leave, my fucked up mind kept telling me that you just wanted to get rid of me. Fortunately, I am smart enough to know that (at least that part of my mind) is wrong.
I want to write pages and pages about you in my diary, but I also want to keep you a secret. ♥