60% of the time, I want to stay with my
60% of the time, I want to stay with my boyfriend.
40% of the time, I want to go home and live with my family.
I'm scared of being alone.
I'm scared of losing my exotic, indulged lifestyle.
After school, my boyfriend and I moved across the world. I gave up everything.
Thinking about admitting defeat makes me feel sick inside. I feel like everyone would be laughing at me. I feel like I'd leave, realized I made a mistake, and want to come back.
Sometimes I look at him and I love him more than anything, sometimes I look at him and I go "what the H*** am I doing with my life!"