and i thought it would fix everything...

i was so wrong.
what do i do now?
do i get out of it? i swore i never would.
but this is physical abuse. this is killing me every day.
i wish i could run away. i thought i knew where i would run to, but i learned after this past weekend that i could never run there.
where else could i go?
nowhere.
this is how he wanted to make me feel.
scared.
alone.
isolated.
so he can control me.
but then i start to wonder if the things he says are true.
am i really crazy?
would anyone else ever give me a chance?
would i just fuck it up with them, too?
or did i merely make a bad choice?
is there someone else?
would there ever be?
"i can't help falling out of love with you." -the civil wars.