Las night I got out of my boyfriends car and ran. Just ran. I left him. I left my stuff. I wasn’t coming back. I gave up. I was almost gone and almost free. I guess you can thank him. He got out of his car, chasing me for 3 blocks. I didn’t look back once to see how close he was. I couldnt put him nor anyone through this. I have problems and no one needs to deal with them. I was fixing them the only way i know how to. He finally caught me. Somehow he talked me out of my crazy scheme. He carried me back to his car and everything just seemed to get better. Today was been amazing! But then, out of no where, that same mood that i was in last night took over. I’m a fail. I will never be ok.