"I think about dying but I don't want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There's so to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I'm still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can't quite figure out what the hell I'm doing or how to get out of it."
I won't give up, I will fight for 'us' til my last dying breath. You and I are meant to be together. You need space you got it, I will be here for you when you want to talk or whatever it is you need. I love you and that's a fact.