This is how I feel. And my blog can't make me feel like shit for it.

I don't know what's going on with you.
It's going back there.
I spend most of my time waiting for you to take a second to talk to me.
I spend most of my time feeling insignificant.
I spend most of my time trying not to let my brain get the best of me.
I've been trying to be better, but you don't care. It's still your favorite ammo.

And maybe it wasn't a big deal to you to not even try to do something a tiny bit special for me for Valentine's Day. And maybe if you had sincerely wanted to do something and just couldn't. But no. I can imagine what you did all day. And to make matter worse you use the lamest justifications for it. You know I hate going places. Well thats funny. You've gone to far worse places than the card aisle at CVS. Oh and you don't celebrate holidays like that. Since when?

I know you think I'm just a crazy bitch. Always wanting to dog on Justin, huh? I can't remember the last time I was unwarrantably mean to you. I can remember the last time you were to me. And the time before. I help you so much with your school work and you treat me like shit for it.

I'm sick of fucking fighting. I'm sick of you trying to control shit. Everything always is how Justin wants it. I'm sick of you ignoring me. I'm sick of you taking me for granted. I love you and I love to be around you and be with you, but you never seem to have time for me. Not time you're willing to give up. You always want me to hear about all your gaming news I pretend to care about, but it is always such a bother to you to remove your headphones for a second to hear something I'd like to share. I fiegn excitment and anger for your news, but you respond to me with an "uhh okay.."

Case in point, you make me feel like shit. A lot. I feel neglected most of the time. You make me anxious and I just can't keep doing this. It's not me, I have been working on my shit. Something's gotta give.





Ugh. Well theres everything I cant say because he won't listen.