and scream…and pull my hair out when you’re like this. I want to hit you and call you names…but I know that would make it worse. I want to shout “fuck you” and leave your stupid ass…but I know this is just one of your bipolar moods that has absolutely nothing to do with our relationship, or even me…so I stay. I bottle it all in until I do finally head home where I will inevitably cry myself to sleep from all this built up anger and confusion and in the morning there will be scars on my arm and a hole in my heart. I’m already fucking depressed as it is, and you can’t even utter 3 simple fucking words because you “don’t feel like talking”??? Since you have no idea that I blog here, you know what I say to that? FUCK YOU YOU STUPID ASSHOLE. FUCK YOU. A four year relationship and you don’t feel like saying I love you? FUCK YOU.
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Ahhhhhhhhh I just feel like screaming in your ear until you understand what you are doing to me.
Fucking shit. Ugh. FUCK YOU.