Me: LOL WHAT!?
Him: You heard me... CIGAR!
Me: YOU FUCKING PILE OF STICKS.
Him: You pile of shredded fucking logs.
i really can’t do it anymore. my hearts tearing up. completely torn. assuming those words were for someone else. i can’t deal with this. i am shocked. it’s burning and heating up like never before. why. why.. please tell me why
i wish for you..
what to do
i hate how i feel like i’m doing something good but i’m actually not. it doesn’t even help. i wanna talk to you but you’re so busy. when you have troubles, i’m barely there to know anymore. it’s hard just trying. i wanna be normal again just talking. nothing else