We love eachother. How could you bring yourself to suicide? I will never understand.

When you walk by, all I see are your hands. I try to remember what they felt like on and inside of me, so I have at least one good memory to hold on to.

I'm afraid that my husband will leave me cause of my weight.

Everyone at my job bores me and I have to pretend to like them all. I hate it.

The only real joy I have in life is hearing you laugh. I'm not sure how I can ever be the daddy I hope to be.