I love my boyfriend, I love him more than anything. He struggles with SH, and he promised me he'd talk to me before relapsing on it again. And he didn't even try to talk to me about it before fucking cutting his thigh open and I feel like it's all my fucking fault. I love him more than anything in the whole fucking world, and now I'm fucking sobbing because I can't even be there to hug him or comfort him or help him at all. He's so perfect, and he doesn't deserve this..my poor baby. I feel so fucking terrible.