I hate him
All I as is to be apart of his life and that he tell me all of his experiences. I tell him all of mine. Its like I’m putting in 150% and he is handing me his 75%. I try to make everything about him and make him a part of my life even in the little parts. I know that I can be overwhelming and a little bit needy its because i love with every fiber of my being. If I can’t get the same love back in return then whats the point in trying. I just want him to tell me the shit that he has secretly done so i can receive all the pain now. So the sooner it comes out the sooner I can start healing myself and making my life better. But why does it have to be so hard. I just want to be the one that he needs. Sometimes I feel he has too much going on like there is a secret life that he has. Am I the only one? Is the question that runs through my mind all the time.