I really don’t want to end things. I like him a lot. But I can’t stay with him. I will be the other woman. I can’t do that. It sucks. Is it just supposed to be a sex thing? I don’t know. If that’s what he thought right away I wish I’d’ve known. I wouldn’t have to end things then. I wouldn’t have to be doing this. I feel like killing myself. Or him. I might kill him. I think that might be okay. I do believe the boy has no morals. Good God I don’t know why I even try.