That's the thing, you know. The having someone to talk to. When I was at my sister's house, I could talk to both her and her bf, he struggles with mental health stuff too so he understands. I just can't talk to H about this stuff. He can't stand it when I'm not all happy and smiling. So I'm just trying to stay away from him until I feel better. I know I know I know. I do. But I can't. I just can't. And you know why.