Why is it I’m so much more comfortable telling my problems to a person I’ve never talked to before in my life? I don’t think I’ll ever understand. I’m seriously sick and tired of being here. It’s like what happens to me doesn’t even matter anymore. Which fucking upsets me because you’re suppose to care. Your main concern is him. Regardless of the shit he does you always back him up and dismiss whatever’s going on with me. And I fucking hate it cause I try putting myself in your position and I can’t bring myself to do what you do.