I am not ok

I am losing hope about everything.

I am losing hope.

I am losing hope.

I really loved that man.

I really had no idea what was going on.

I really have a hard time accepting that it was all an illusion.

I wanted it to be real so badly.

It is hard to accept that it was not.

I do believe he wanted to be loved.

It is obvious he really is afraid of dying alone.

I do believe he is not aware of what he has done.

I do hope that he spends some time in his life reflecting on what he did - I hope he becomes aware of it.  I hope he is able to understand.

His personality disorder destroyed me.  He allowed it to destroy me.