why?

why? is the question im asking. i just needed somewhere to empty my thoughts out, and i remembered this. 

i did everything for you and even got us necklaces. its just a little bump in our relationship. its not the end of it. i didnt hit you, or even insult you. but no, you just have to get your friends involved. i just cant fucking do this. 

my last relationship was dogshit, probably because it ended exactly like this. a little fight, and boom, im fucked. i never wanted to lose her. i cried and cried, but i guess i didnt cry hard enough.

i didnt call you fat when i couldnt lift you up. i called myself weak. a tiny fucking stick. please dont call yourself fat. stop putting these words into my mouth. 

“i’m so sad,” she says. “i’m heartbroken.” WHAT ABOUT ME? im the one who wrote the paragraph. im the one who took half an hour writing something, just so you could accept my hugs. and y’know what she said? “its fine. i forgive you ig.” ig?! FUCKING, I GUESS? 

i cant i fucking cant i cant have my heart fucking thrown into a paper shredder again. please just love me back. please.