She cut my achilles heel today by hiding things from me. Stuff she's been doing, that guy in the moustache picture a few entries back texting her inappropriately. Night rides with ex-boyfriends. Memories of the last time I was in the dark, they hurt.

I can see my vulnerability now, more clearly than ever before. At her mercy, whether she wants to keep doing what she's doing.

It makes me want to quit now, knowing what lies ahead. But the thought of maybe we'll get through it. I'll be different than I was, and maybe she'll do the same. It'll be different.