I’ve never been so god damn mad at myself in my entire 17 years of life. So mad that my head pounded like someone was hammering it with a jackhammer. So mad that I’ve yelled and cried at the same time. So mad that I punched my headboard repeatedly and probably bruised my knuckles.
Why are you so damn important to me that getting you mad or sad just takes a toll on me so badly that it causes me to do these things!? I’ve never had someone mean so much to me. I know I’ve said it before, but not even he could do that. I don’t get it.