I love how everything is my fault. Not the both of us. Nope. Just me. Even though it wasn’t my idea to back out. Clearly you only feel this way because of your anger towards me and that is perfectly okay because I know that this was not my fault. Not this time.
And I know I hit you hard, I hit the truth, because no one screams and gets that defensive and hangs up when someone says something that’s false. Just knowing that makes me feel so satisfied.
I am not being a psychotic bitch. Why don’t you just try and fix your own “sad life” because clearly you’re the one who is psychotic because you can’t fucking deal with everyday, normal situations. You’re depressed? You’re sad? Why don’t you appreciate the great life that you have. You are not sick, you are not dying, you were not abandoned. You...