love so bright, i call my own.

i hate this. i hate crying every night about what you’ve done. i hate when i’m having a good day, and the one thought of those messages destroy it. i hate the feeling i always get when i reread those conversations. i hate what you did to me. i hate how scarred i got from this. i hate it.

you fucking annoy me. okay? you like to joke about the stupidest shit ever, and it kills me. you get mad at me for no good reason, then of course, make a joke about it later. no. don’t joke about it. i don’t want to hear you bitch at me, then act like you didn’t even say anything that hurt me. 

fuck boyfriends.