The only thing I’ve ever tried to do is help you. And the only thing you do is throw it back in my face half the time. Honestly, after everything you’ve said about how much you need me, I would think you’d fucking…care. I know you do, somewhere in your mind. But you could fucking show it. My life is not as interesting as yours, but it’s not the most amazing thing either. Fuck you if you think I can just keep dealing with you and float along like a mindless idiot.
Screw you and your arrogance, and screw your girlfriends, and screw the whole fucking world for that matter.
I’m done. I’m not trying to help anymore. You’ve put me through more shit in the last ten months than anyone else, ever. Some of it has been wonderful, but it’s things like this that make me want to hate you.
And the sad thing is…I’ll always be here. I love you. Which means I can’t leave. Even if you treat me like shit and tell me to fuck off.
I hate my life.
