There are so many things to write about right now, like right this second…. too many…. I really feel like I can’t do this anymore. What I mean by “this” is live…. I’m just done with it…. he’s never going to be completely honest so I’m never going to trust him. This is not happy…. It’s been almost 3 years and I’m still wondering if he ever did love me, or if he does now. Im going to try to start over…. with this journal anyway…. there is way too much to write about for today so tomorrow is a new day and the beginning of my new journal…. I’m going to sleep feeling nauseous and wondering what the fuck he’s doing in the bathroom, with his phone attached to his body…. I don’t know if I can get through this night, more so if I even want to anymore.