ME vs I, ME vs MYSELF

I think I'm dying.
I think I'm fucking dying inside.

Why can't we just go back to a month ago?
Humor me and pretend that you want to make this work.
Pretend that you really care about me.

I need the sound of your voice.
I need your laughter.
I need your truth.

I'm fucking choking on regret every second of my day.