All I do is sit around at home all day. I try to cook and clean but the truth is Nathan would be starting his masters now if it wasn't for me and my stupid mental illness and having to take a year out. And don't even get me started on the amount of times I've hurt his feelings. When I dumped him, when I almost killed myself, every time I've ran off because we had an argument... Nathan deserves a guy who's just as sensitive adn romantic as he is, not someone inappropriate and depressive like myself. I don't understand what he sees in me! I'm such a pain in the ass!