What do I have to do?
What do I have to do to make you understand that you *have* to stop fighting with me?
I’ve been telling you for years now that this is killing me, but you continue to fight and pick and push.
I really do have to kill myself, don’t I.Â That’s the only way to make you leave me alone, isn’t it.
I don’t want to kill myself.Â I want to be happy, but God doesn’t want me to be happy, so I never will be.
I cannot live like this anymore.