He's back to burning himself with the cigarettes. He doesnt want me to be happy because he doesnt know HOW to be happy. Two bodies can never separate, two souls can never separate...how then am I supposed not to feel for him when he burns himself with cigarettes? He knows that I empathize and that is exactly why he showed it to me today. He pretended that it wasnt there, I pretended it wasnt there but it was right there. The S shape with cigarette burns was right there.
What am I supposed to do?
Why is everything suddenly just piling up on my fucking head?
Why cant people understand that I am NOT OK! That for once, I need THEM this time to feel for me and help me and talk me out of things. Why cant people understand that sometimes I am weak...??

Maybe I should just be weak for them to understand.