you know, it can't have been that bad of a day.
and you know what? i don't care. you can repeat yourself thousand times and i won't ask what's happened. have you ever been the one to have false expectations? to think that coming home to a hug and an »i love you« would become true? to expect to cuddle up to you and take a nap cos we've had five hours of sleep last night? no, you've only ever been the one to disappoint.
j. called me from your phone and like - nothing against him, but are the only things in his mind alcohol, food, sex and women?
oh - so now you're calling me ugly and disgusting? yeah? i'm a moster? yeah, that's really cool, cos even in your state of drunk i can't tell if you're serious or not and i will convince myself forever that you weren't. i'm in my most vulnerable state right now, as i am every time you come home drunk. haven't you figured out by now? cool, that.