I have a fucking reason for being the way I am, you don't understand.
I've been fucked around, and fucked around, and beaten upon.
I don't trust.
I don't trust me.
I don't trust other people.
I trust you, I trust you alot, but there's always that voice in the back of your head, egging you on, waving everything you've used to keep yourself sane anyway.
I don't know why the fuck you get angry.
You should be happy.
You should be fuckin' JOYFUL that a girl loves you so much, she'd do anything not to lose you.
Yes, I know I sound desperate, and yes, I know, jealousy isn't a great quality in a girl but what?
What if you find some girl, who loves games as much as you do, and you fall in love with her?
You can't help who you fall in love with.
What if she has the perfect shade of red that you like in her hair?
What if she has those perfect eyes you've always wanted?
What if she's not jealous like me, and accepts that you do have friends that were girls?
You can't say you're happy with me.
People who fight with each other every single day of their life aren't happy.
People who fight over small things like a fuckin' cigarette, aren't happy.
People who say things when they're angry, say things so fuckin' hurtful, that it leaves you in utter shock, aren't happy people.
How can you say that you're happy with me, when I do everything wrong, and you seem to be pulling the punches?
Why is everything I say or voice, an excuse for you to wave your hand at?
Why?