Ugh.

Here we go again.

Another fight, our third one in what three weeks?

I’m sorry if I’m too much for you to handle.

I’m sorry if my mental state scares you.

I’m sorry if my scars make me look less beautiful.

Wait, why am I sorry?

You’re the one who can’t be there for me when I really need you. And that’s rich considering you said I always had you.

I listen, I’m invested, I’m there, I’m here. I need, I want, I LOVE YOU.

But, I’m done, because even after all that, it’s not worth it if I’m constantly walking on hot coals to make sure your okay, and when I’m not okay, I’m falling to the ground because your too lazy to catch me.