I hate myself. I truly do. I have now fucked up the only thing that gives me true happiness. We’re not gonna last much longer and it is ENTIRELY my fault. Not even a little bit his fault, ALL MY FAULT. Ever since I had my stupid blow up, he treats me different. I can tell he’s not okay and he just won’t talk to me about it. He won’t tell me exactly how he feels, just short answers all the time. He doesn’t do any of the cute things he used to anymore. Our conversations are boring and unlike him…I have destroyed EVERYTHING.
WAY TO GO YOU FUCKING BITCH.