and water from a broken well will make you thirst again...

I'm sorry. Maybe I'm being cruel. Maybe I'm being mean.

I don't know. And I am sorry. Because I know that if I were in your situation I would not want to have just read that about myself.

But... I would have thought that maybe you might have realised by now that I dont want to, or need to hear it. My sanity is quite literally hanging by a thread. My self control is slipping, and keeping myself from doing insanely stupid things is becoming increasingly, increasingly difficult.

And then you, tell me how much its hurts you.

How much this whole thing hurts, and believe me, i know this whole thing hurts. I know.

And if it hurts you too, well then im, sorry.

And to everyone who has been hurt, i am sorry.

But put yourselves in my position, every day you are slidding slowly, deeper into the despair that has become life for you. Everyday it overpowers you more and more... And then you have one of your best friends start talk about how much it hurts her. And that hurts even more... Because as much as you want to sympathise with them, to apologise for that hurt, you can't. you can only feel anger and hurt and frustration... because, you have to deal with it, think about it, every second of every day... and know that things may never be the same again...

Im sorry.

I love you....?