Fall is Fleating

I'm slowly falling apart, I need something to get me through the night. I'll make it, I probably shouldn't blog in this state. I'm admitting defeat, I surrender, be kind. The nest thing is the best thing I hope that makes sense, although I don't understand it. I can't just forget it, he won't let me. Don't believe me when I tell you it's just what anyone would do, don't believe me when I tell you it's something unforgivable. I'm sorry for this, I don't know what's happening here, I'm losing it, I'm forgetting everything but that which must be forgotten. Best friends means I pull the trigger.