What happened to coming up with a solution to every problem?
You don’t even want to undo the misunderstanding.
I am very disappointed.
I am so easily agitated.
I am so easily upset.
I am exploding every time someone interrupts me.
I get paranoid when it seems that people are poking their nose into my business.
How do I get rid of this?
I deserve happiness. Not this. Not nonsense.
My tears are turning into time.
I don’t know what I want.
How immature.
It’s just that she gets mentioned
and I can’t help but compare which holidays or birthdays were more enjoyable.
How immature.
I get so bitter about it that I wish the whole nation would go to hell.
How immature.
I just want to get rid of all this negativity and the idea of her.
Wishful thinking is meaningless.
In the end, all I know is that I love you.
Fuck you.
How dare you threaten me and question whether I’m actually being productive.
The only time when I’m being productive is when you’re not around.
I deserve to be treated 1 billion times better.
I’ve tolerated enough of your fucking nonsense and negativity.
Even when I left, you didn’t properly hug me because all you could do is act miserable for the world to see.
If you truly didn’t expect anything from me because I’m the one always receiving, then why do you treat me this way.
You are destructive to my personal development.
You are an obstruction to my self-actualization.
Seriously fuck fuck fuck fuck you for being the worst individual ever known to mingkind.
Burnt by the cigarette butts,
She just lay there.
Underneath.
Ignorant of what was going on.
On top of her.
I tasted bitterness.
I smelt betrayal.
I spoke angry things.
And once I spoke them, I retreated.
Back to you.
Should I or should I not.
You’ve clearly shown that you don’t understand what “give me time” means.
You get aggro.
I decrease my input.
You can’t treat me like this.
You think I’m disrespectful.
You think I’m unreasonable.
You think I don’t listen.
You think I’m ungrateful.
You think I expect too much.
You think I purposely make you feel bad about yourself.
Maybe it’s you who needs a change of view.
Show me that you care in other ways.
If you think I’m being too demanding, then go find somebody else.
Seriously.
Be nice and thoughtful.
You used to be like that.
Do something about it.
Don’t just try.
What do you do
When you’re no longer content?
When you thought after all this, everything will be fine and it’s not?
When you’ve changed?
When your friends have changed?
When it’s normal to cry at least three times a week?
What do you do?
I’m gonna ignore you because of your association with that despicable what’s her face.
I might be the meanest person in the world because of all the names I create.
Because of the stereotypes I make of people.
But I could be worse with the things I’m capable of.
Maybe it’s just the delusions of grandeur that I have.
Since when did we come down to this?
what it was 