I thought we were fine, more than fine actually. But that’s what I thought.

I’ll never change, you’ll never change.

I come with my drama & you with your absence.

What’s a relationship where there are no rows or silly arguments or even misunderstandings? But if we can’t laugh these off without insulting each other every time & talking about how everything’s shit and saying I toss you around and treat you like shit. Really? Do I?

And then you highlight everything you do for me. As if I never appreciate. I’ve stopped asking you to do things you don’t wanna do. But you do them anyway so when we re here you can remind me. Makes me question your motives on every single thing you’ve done. You’ve made me sound like this raging bitch, which I know I’m not. But if you feel that way it means you’re on the wrong side of me.

I’m sorry.

(I love him more than anything and I don’t know how I’ll be without him.)

But if you’re unhappy you shouldn’t be in this. I shouldn’t too. Let’s just go.

You’ve made me realize I was never meant to fall in love with you. But it’s how you shut me out completely with the littlest rows and the fear of losing you even when I have you that lead to this. I want you so much that I possibly can’t even explain. If I weren’t this madly in love with you. I’d run for my life! But I can’t, I’ll just let you kill me slowly. Every time a little more than than the last time. We both make mistakes. I’m a little more stubborn, but you punish me for my personality too. You wanna fuck up, take the time you want. And expect me to jump right back into your arms whenever you come. You don’t care about what I must have felt in your absence. And then you tell me I’m a bitch and you hate it and you’ll just never stop hurting me. How can you forget the good bits so easily? Which mean the most to me.