I am deathly afraid of grasshoppers. If I see one anywhere near me I slowly back away, getting out of the possible line of flight. This pic gives me willies.

I would rather jump out a second story window than be in the same room as a bee or wasp.
I'm that scared of them.

If I don't move away for work this summer, I think I'm going to just kill myself. I'd rather be dead than take the people, pressure, and paranoia here anymore.

Sometimes I lie in bed next to you and cry thinking to myself do I really deserve you or is it just pretend. Do you really love me?

You won't to take your father to his chemo appts. You won't ask your boss off for the time off, yet you are planning your next vacay. I don't know how u sleep