Everything has become increasingly harder and harder for me. I feel like I’m dying of a broken heart. I work Sunday and Monday, but I think when I get off Monday I’m going to fill my gas tank up and leave. I have 5 days off after that and I’m going to get lost in the bitter cold of the mountains. I’m already lost in the chaos of life here, maybe this is what I need for a little bit. You’re all I ever think about. Living without you, not being able to talk to you properly has been so difficult. I told you I tried to be as happy as I could, and I suppose this is it. This is as “happy” as I can be without you. Which isn’t happy at all. I’ve never been so unhappy. What makes it all worse is I feel like I’m being held captive in a prison. Why can’t it be done with already? Why hasn’t it been done already? I thought he hated me? Wanted to rid himself of me?