I can't stop thinking about him.
I spend hours with him every day. I decline invitations just to be with him. We've been in bed together several times.
And yet, he continually screws me over. Every time we get together, a little part of me dies. I'm constantly thinking of ways to kill myself because of him. Even when he's not around, I always think of that time we were at the water and he tried to drown me, or that time I was choking and all he asked was whether I "wanted my possessions identified." I mean, what a stupid question. I'M DYING HERE, YOU IDIOT.
I mean, there were good times. Like once he said he'd give me whatever I wished. I mean, I guess that was a stupid thing to say, but damn that was hot. But 99 times out of 100 he always seems to hate my guts. And it's driving me crazy. I think. At least he's nerdy, and makes a lot of random physics references.
What should I do!?!