I'm trying to not explode. Not keeping this in. Just need an outlet.
I admit it, I am a beat up and broken. A life time of criticism, broken trust, and unspeakable shit have left me emotionally dysfunctional. I can't love perfectly, but I love with all I have the best way I know how. Between the depression, anxiety, PTSD, and everyday stress, I am sorry for the broken love I give. I've alway meant well, and tried to show you that you are my world, only to have you make me choose between what pieces of my heart I am to keep. It's killing me. I'm not perfect, and don't claim to be. You remind me everyda y that I am not with your double standard. Despite everything right that I do. Each day I'm pushed closer to the edge. Just not sure what lies over that edge. I'm closer and closer to giving up, and I know that won't end well for me. I hope one day you can see what I have tried to give you.