I hate how he makes me feel.
Useless. Abandoned. Unloved. Useless. Stupid. Whiny. Useless. Useless.
USELESS.
Saying things like "I don't have time for this" makes me feel like yelling out a retort "YOU DON'T HAVE TIME FOR ANYTHING ANYMORE".
I'm slowly dying inside.
Slowly.
But surely.
p/s We made up. All good. I'm not dying inside anymore. But whenever we fight, piece of me died inside.
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