About a week and a half ago, he told me he couldn't take it anymore. I'm so incredibly heartbroken. I hate myself for being so crazy. I'm moving a state over (tonight) for a six month intensive treatment program, and to get away from the distractions, and all my burned bridges in this city. He said he'll wait, but can he wait six months? I'm terrified of getting a phone call, halfway through, telling me that he can't; and I'll be stuck in a new city, alone. I don't want to go, but we've staying in the same apartment, and I can tell he's just as heartbroken as I am. He let me sleep in bed with him last night; I'll miss him so much. I've never been so terrified, but the casual therapy I've been doing isn't working. My meds alone aren't shit.

This is a pointless rant. I just can't believe I drove away another person.