I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that I would have a complete stranger try to cheer me up, while you tell me about your fucking nonsense.
I don’t think those are things you’re supposed to tell someone you care about.
You always make me feel so useless and shitty and like a piece of dirt. I don’t have the heart or strength to tell you and confront you about it. I’ll just continue to smile and nod to whatever fucking bullshit you tell me.
But don’t worry, I’ll get my enjoyment from you feeling the same pain whenever you feel shitty or whatever. It’s passive-aggressive and I don’t care. It hurts too much to care.
Just a depressed guy who’s here for anyone x
If honesty and trust are what relationships are supposed to be built upon, I guess we’re trying to build on a sinking foundation…
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I’m glad the attention from some random slut makes you happier then I ever could. I don’t know why or how you see the need to tell me things like that. I’m glad you’re making friends, but you don’t need to tell me about every bitch that tries to ride your dick. If you want me to get jealous, you’re never going to see me or hear me tell you how I feel. You should have enough sense to know better than that. And to know how shitty it feels since you always bitch at me for so much as mentioning another guy.
And you wonder why I don’t tell you anything.