You're such a fucking bastard.

All I said was to fucking tuck your pockets in and when you didn't I said I wouldn't go, just to see if you would do it. You didn't so I sighed and got up but you told me to not go if I didn't want to.

I was actually looking foreward to going on a walk, jog, or run or whatever the fuck you want to call it but instead you said you'd outrun me anyway. You basically just told me to go fuck off.

I may just be overly emotional or whatever but it really hurt. You don't even fucking care that I turned around and cried when you walked out the door. Or that you made me feel like complete shit.

Why do you keep doing this to me? How do you? If you ever tried to hurt me intentionally I don't know what I'd do with myself. Because if you can do this much damage without even trying I...

Whatever. I'm sorry that I was being difficult. I'm sorry that I was in a crappy mood. I'm sorry that I feel like shit when that happens. I'm sorry that I can't be fine when you say something like that. I'm sorry.

I don't fucking care. I don't care, I don't care... I wish I didn't feel so alone when things like this happen.