sometimes i would really like to scream. just scream really fucking loud and rip out hair and throw dishes. break things and just be done with it.
in your head its one way and in mine its another, no chance to explain because you've already made up your mind so whatever. sleep alone.
right now i'm just so fucking angry and i just want to write about it.
no comments please.
plain and simple you're fucking lazy, thirty seconds of your life will not be missed. can't even share something with you but what the fuck ever, it doesn't matter anymore. well i mean. it does since i'm angry about it. by this time tomorrow it won't mean a thing, i'm sure.
i mean, all i do is just do this to fight with you, huh?
yep. you're just absolutely correct.
i'm not sure what hurts more.
being upset at each other or the fact that you never came downstairs to come talk to me.