So finally after some time she talked to me. She said she had to go to the bathroom. I went ahead of her and took things out that she could hurt herself with. I made her promise not to hurt herself. She promised. She went. We talked. I got her to take a bath, I sat with her in there. I showered. She kissed me. I didn't feel I deserved it. We slept. He asked for his stuff back. I agreed to give it back.
Well I'm pretty tired. Everything is surreal. We slept little. I'll write more later. I'm working in 5 hours. Giving me only 4 more hours of sleep. It's going to be a bitch working. Life speeds by, even when you'll fallen.
I had to clean blood off my walls earlier, when I woke up. Fuck.
Now she's texting him, still wanting him. By the way when they were shoving each other in the hall... she shoved him against the wall. he pushed her down the stairs.
I still want them. F U C K
crazy love. There's more still.
Sorry it's so scattered and broken. It's hard to piece different emotions at different times together. It's all so messed around.
maybe someday it'll be better. I'll be able to comprehend it better.
Me = needing self help