Breathe
He makes me so mad sometimes. So mad to the point that I don't want to be in the same car with him. I don't even wanna look at him. He pushes me to the limit and I often wonder if he's testing me just to see what I might do. If that's the case, I hate him for it. But I know myself, I'll hate him for about an hour and love him again. So he got me angry today by being so fucking flirtatious and I got him back by saying I was gonna hang with someone he's not too fond of. I know it's wrong to get even, and part of me feels like I shouldn't have done that (I didn't even hang out with them) But part of me also wanted him to feel the sting...and he did.
Am I sorry?
A little. I got dolled up and made him a bit red in the face. It was nice for a change seeing as to how I was a green monster all day. But tonight, he doesn't come home...and that gives me a chance to shed a few tears.
Am I sorry?
A little. I got dolled up and made him a bit red in the face. It was nice for a change seeing as to how I was a green monster all day. But tonight, he doesn't come home...and that gives me a chance to shed a few tears.