You ask me if I'm suicidal.

I’m not afraid to die anymore.

My biggest fear isn’t that you’ll lie to me one day, or that you’ll cheat on me … my biggest fear is that you’ll wake up before me one morning and instead of leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, you’ll look at my sleeping body and start to notice all of my flaws. My crooked nose, my chapped lips and the stretch marks spread across my stomach and thighs. You’ll think about my random spouts of jealousy and the fact that I talk too much. You’ll remember how annoying it is, that no matter what, I’m always right, and just how selfish I can be sometimes. You’ll walk into the kitchen, brew a cup of black coffee, and stare at the pale, morning rays of sunlight entering the window frame, and come to the conclusion that, for no particular reason at all, you don’t love me anymore …

Stop eating that.. You’re trying to lose weight! Remember, babydoll ?