I feel like i’m drowning. Like I made the decision to jump off of a sinking ship and now all I want to do is climb back onboard. I moved here, wanting a new start. wanting a change. wanting you. And now i don’t know what i want. I can’t go back because i’ve had a taste of something new. and i can’t go forward because you obviously don’t want to right now. I said some stuff last night that you asked to hear. why would you ask to hear them if you didn’t want to hear the answer. I DO wish that sometimes i could feel like you were taking care of me. and i understand that it’s not your fault that you don’t have an income yet. I get that. but what i don’t get is why this is causing so much stress between us. i love you. at least i think i do. i don’t understand….