Sometimes you just INFURIATE me.
I love knowing that, just ebcause something
embarasses me, and I stare off into space for a bit,
that that somehow makes my eyes say I don't
"believe" you when you say you love me.
do you really have that little faith in me?
do you really think that because something
embarasses me, that I'm going to doubt your love?
where did that even come from?
Sometimes, you just ... you just don't think before you speak.
and that's what upsets me. I get mad, and I tel you to shut up.
It's usually how these things go. So now, you're laying on my counch,
and I'm in my computer room, writing an angry blog because
we apparently don't want to speak to eachother.
fucking lovely.
my phone vibrated.
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