I know you're going through a tough time now, but you won't talk, you won't tell me what's going on, when I ask, you semi-answer. It's one of those ridiculous things where being apart opens a floodgates of insecurities. I've let you in so much that you get me right where it hurts the most.

I have problems too, and maybe yours are bigger, but I can't wish mine away either. I want to make things easier for you, but I can't deny that your behavior is affecting me.

You say you felt like killing yourself. I can't even describe how I feel hearing that.