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Short-Tempered

Wednesday, January 30th, 2013

If I could climb inside your head, just for today, that sure would answer a lot of questions. Your random angry outburst and unexplainable frustration makes a lack of sense to me. But then again, I can’t make sense of something I’m not aware of. Obviously, you’re angry, I know that you’re angry at something. This is probably something that has absolutely nothing to do with me, but somehow, you’re taking all of this out on me. That’s basically what happened with R*****, except I don’t see you committing suicide. You’re not that angry … At least I hope you’re not. I asked you to talk to me and you tell me your don’t want to. Well then, I guess I can’t help you. I pity you honestly, because there is nothing fun about keeping everything bottled up inside, but you’re taking it out on me and I don’t appreciate that. You’re my boyfriend, you’re suppose to love me, not hate me without any kind of explanation. But I guess, if you don’t want to speak to me, then there is nothing I can do but wait patiently for you to finally tell me what’s going on. I fight back because I worry about you, and I’m sorry, but you know I’m short-tempered too. 

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Always a Disappointment. Always.

Monday, January 21st, 2013

It troubles me greatly when I become excited for my boyfriend to spend the night with me. He can give me the comfort that not a single other person in this world. Then, his mother always says no. There is no harm. What would be wrong with that? I’m curious, honestly, what would be wrong with him sleeping at my house. My mom has never said no. She trusts us. Then, in result of her no, I become exceedingly angry with my boyfriend. It’s not his fault, and I know this. I really do know this. But he is the one who got my hopes up in the first place. Not to mention, the whole point of him being here today was to comfort me. He has probably spent at least 60% of his time with my sister instead. Don’t get me wrong, I love that he has this connection with her that none of my other boyfriends have had, so I try not to complain, but I just wish it could be him and I. And I wish his mother would start treating him like he’s actually 17, instead of 7.