this is why I fucking hate myself. Because I get attached to someone, fall madly in love with him, and then out of nowhere get a fucking TEXT message saying we’re done because we fight too much. Oh I’m sorry you never make time for me. I’m sorry I found out 2 weeks ago my dad has fucking stage 4 cancer and obviously I’m not the happiiest person. YOU COULD’VE FUCKING HELPED IF YOU HAD WANTED TOO. but no, instead you feel the need to stick up for everyone fucking else and make me feel like a piece of fucking shit. You let me tell you fucking secrets, and go and tell your fucking family. You make them think I’m the bad one. Right, break up with me in a text message, but not even 2 months ago your whole fucking family called your sisters boyfriend a pussy when he did that. You’re lucky you never met my family, you WOULD be dead right now. You don’t realize how protective of me the men in my family are. You don’t realize because you were more worried about your family than even meeting my parents once. But you said forever and always. and said that you loved me. Yeah fucking right.