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Tonight my boyfriend took it too far. We were having the worst night and I went to dinner and decided to work really hard to be okay. See, I cut my wrist today and he freaked out on me, demanded me to get him pics and stuff. I guess it was worse than I thought. But he wasn't talking and I could just practically hear him thinking what a freak I am. So I came back trying hard to be okay and then bam. He was like "did you cut." And I was like no, I was so proud. But then he made me promise. He didn't even believe me. And I started crying, I couldn't stop. He said he was sorry and that he didn't know but he didn't even give me a chance. I was just trying so hard to be happy for him. He said he can't even remember the last time we had a really happy day. And its all my fault...