“The person I trust the most.”
The first time I realised I was lying to him.

But I couldn’t tell him what I was really like. 
He’d leave.
Who’d want to be in love with someone suffering in
silence,
With her depression, compulsive hatred and paranoia?
If love can suffer anything then why is there so much fear?
Because we’re scared, scared of what we don’t know.
We don’t know how to cope with it,
What to do or what to say.
So what do we do?

We copy his actions.
And we leave.

We suffer alone.