I know he loves me. I believe that. He loves easily and I am needy. But just how much can he take? Just how much should he put up with? Just how much can I subject him to? How much of my crazy can I show him? How many tears can he mop up? ... Before its too much.. Before my struggle with mental health takes its toll on him... Why would someone want to stay with a girl who can't stop crying? Who is never the happy, fun person he first knew? Who is sinking deeper and deeper and deeper?