Sigh

I hate my life.
What have I got to live for.
Im constantly upset and worried.
I feel like I'm a burden to everyone and they would have it so much easier without me.
I stress people out and make them angry when all I do is love them.
When all my love is lost, what then?
Do I sit here it tears like I am now, or do I just get rid of myself.
I'm useless anyway.
Paul would be better off with someone else.
I drag him back and he'll just hate me in the end.

The drink

I dont like you when you're drunk.  You forget everything and you dont remember some of the more unsavoury things you say to me. Then you believe it never happened while I sit alone, in tears. Heartbroken by your comments.