Dear Diary,
Vince saved my life today.
I was in the bathroom, crying on the floor. I picked up the razor blade and I just wanted to end it. I hurt all the time. The pain is awful.
He walked in before I sliced into my wrists. He didn't see the blade in my hand so he has no idea how close he would have been to a really bad scenario.
We have been in his bedroom since and thankfully, he is done with me for the day. I am going to bed. I'm too tired to end my life right now.
I wish Ryan would answer my emails.
Give me some purpose again because I have none except to be Vince's toy. Which I guess is somewhat a reason to live right now.