Those monthly symptoms that are so paralyzingly bad that you can’t get out of your car to walk into your house.
I must have really fucked up in a previous life.
I can’t believe I ever let you try and bring me down and make me feel like I didn’t give you enough attention. I never once questioned your other friendships and got jealous, but I let you make me feel as if I shouldn’t bother trying to build relationships with anyone else because that wouldn’t matter when it came to ours. Your stupid fucking insecurities wore me down so I hope you’re fucking happy that you brought this all upon yourself. Keep chasing those insignificant girls that will never meet your insane standards and will eventually let you down.