Me: Sigh. I swear on my life I look at some people and I immediately want to fucking kill myself.
Alex: Why?
Me: I don't have to say it anymore...
Alex: Sigh.
Me: Everyone is fucking lying to me.
Alex: I'm not, baby.
Me: You're in love. Your eyes are different...
Alex: Even before I was in love...
Me: I'll text you back later...
Alex: Baby...please... Talk it out with me.
Me: I can't. I'm not thinking straight right now, because as far as I know--you're lying to me.
Alex: Baby, I'm not lying. I promise you. You are so beautiful. I promise.
Me: ...don't..
Alex: No, I do. I promise on everything. You are more than beautiful.
Me: You are...
Alex: I am what?
Me: In love.
Alex: I am in love... But still..
Me: ...
Alex: Baby, trust me.
--And, I pretty much didn't respond after that. I hope this explains it. He tries, and I respect him so much for that. He tries to help me when I'm "having an episode". I dig these holes for myself, and it's so hard to climb out. But I see him reaching out for me--his hand is extended out to me... He's pulled me out a few times. I'm scared he'll get tired of trying to help, though. I can say this so many times, but I'm glad he understands that I can't help it sometimes.
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