Now They're Falling Apart

My last journal was called "My pieces are coming together." Well...as always, they are falling apart. I love him so much, maybe it was best if I kept my fucking mouth shut? I should have just said no when he asked if I thought we should be together.
In dating, I have two fears. One: My parents will hate him and I'll have to beg them to be nice at all times. Two: He wont love me as much as I love him and I will be always thinking about that. Both have come true tonight.
Bottom line is: I fucking hate this. I am too mad to tell the whole story. I am too sad to recount it. I just wanted to tell the world how sad and pissed I am.
That is all.