I don’t think he spent much time in bed with me last night. I feel like he doesn’t want to share the same bed with me. I want out so bad but I cant go because I don’t have any money. He asked me last night if I wanted out of us so bad…if I wanted to end it. I think he was really serious about being with me. I can only imagine what he’s texting that bitch while we’re fighting. He won’t look at me and gets mad if I look at him. He’s sober. I wish he wouldn’t drink so much. I’ve noticed that he’s drinking a lot more since we’ve been together. That makes me think its something I’m doing….he doesn’t want to be with me and he’s not happy. I think we’ll be better apart. Especially since he’s complaining about spending too much time together and missing being alone. He doesn’t want to be with me. I’m sure he’d rather be with the bitch. Now he’s going to have the time. I’m going back home. I left to find happiness and now I realize I’m never going to find it. If I’m slated to be alone I might as well be in Dallas living in the streets where I belong.