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i fucking hate him sometimes.
and you know he REALLY pissed me off when i actually write about it.
HE can go off and smoke with his friends WHO I HATE whenever the fuck he feels like it. he can hang out with whoever he FUCKING wants to.
BUT WHEN I TELL HIM MAGDA IS GOING TO COME OVER AT FUCKING MIDNIGHT ON SATURDAY NIGHT AFTER I ALREADY HAVE TO LEAVE HIM AND WE MIGHT SMOKE, HE FUCKING GETS OUT OF THE CAR AND JUST GOES INSIDE HIS HOUSE.
i swear i fucking hate him sometimes. i was like, wait, are you mad? thinking that there is absolutely no reason for him to get mad that my friend was going to sleep over, ESPECIALLY because she's only coming over after i HAVE to leave his house or wherever we are. and he gives me this bullshit silent treatment. i'm like, are you mad because magda's going to sleep over and we might smoke? and he's just like, i'm leaving now. and i keep on asking him the same question. he just shakes his head, he won't even fucking look at me, and then he gets out of the car. so i speed off PISSED THE FUCK OFF which closes the door that he didn't have time to close and i fucking SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS THE ENTIRE RIDE HOME.
I WANT TO KILL HIM AND HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW FUCKING INFURIATED I AM AT HIM.
and you know he REALLY pissed me off when i actually write about it.
HE can go off and smoke with his friends WHO I HATE whenever the fuck he feels like it. he can hang out with whoever he FUCKING wants to.
BUT WHEN I TELL HIM MAGDA IS GOING TO COME OVER AT FUCKING MIDNIGHT ON SATURDAY NIGHT AFTER I ALREADY HAVE TO LEAVE HIM AND WE MIGHT SMOKE, HE FUCKING GETS OUT OF THE CAR AND JUST GOES INSIDE HIS HOUSE.
i swear i fucking hate him sometimes. i was like, wait, are you mad? thinking that there is absolutely no reason for him to get mad that my friend was going to sleep over, ESPECIALLY because she's only coming over after i HAVE to leave his house or wherever we are. and he gives me this bullshit silent treatment. i'm like, are you mad because magda's going to sleep over and we might smoke? and he's just like, i'm leaving now. and i keep on asking him the same question. he just shakes his head, he won't even fucking look at me, and then he gets out of the car. so i speed off PISSED THE FUCK OFF which closes the door that he didn't have time to close and i fucking SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS THE ENTIRE RIDE HOME.
I WANT TO KILL HIM AND HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW FUCKING INFURIATED I AM AT HIM.