i let you read your fucking book all morning.

i do the dishes, i clean my jumper, i have a shower to keep out of your way so you can finish your book and you repay me with what? getting shitty with me...again.

i know you were texting mike yesterday, i know it was nothing bad...but i hate how you txt him first. i thought i was your girlfriend. am i not meant to come first? that what you always say.

oh well. shit happens. and life sucks.