Why do I feel
like I can't do anything with you?
I feel like I want to do things with other people, but I'd really like to do them with you, but I can't, because you either won't want to, or you'll be negative and a downer, or we'll get into a fight.
Sometimes it feels like you just hate everything and everyone and want to be left alone in your discontent.
I know this isn't true. But sometimes it feel like that.
Sometimes I wonder where the person I want is--the person who is loving and kind and excited about life, and happy to be in the world, and grateful to be alive, and trying to make the best of it. And then I wonder if you were ever that person, or if I just wished you were.
I don't know.
It's hard to love someone that you also feel like you might not like if you were to meet them today. I don't know if that's even true--that I wouldn't like you if I met you today, or if you wouldn't like me, or what. But I'm so sick of fighting with you, and part of me feels like the only way to stop fighting is to stop being around you, and then what? Two strangers sharing a bed--not partners, not lovers, not friends.
I just wish you were more positive and more empathetic. I wish you inspired me.
I feel like I want to do things with other people, but I'd really like to do them with you, but I can't, because you either won't want to, or you'll be negative and a downer, or we'll get into a fight.
Sometimes it feels like you just hate everything and everyone and want to be left alone in your discontent.
I know this isn't true. But sometimes it feel like that.
Sometimes I wonder where the person I want is--the person who is loving and kind and excited about life, and happy to be in the world, and grateful to be alive, and trying to make the best of it. And then I wonder if you were ever that person, or if I just wished you were.
I don't know.
It's hard to love someone that you also feel like you might not like if you were to meet them today. I don't know if that's even true--that I wouldn't like you if I met you today, or if you wouldn't like me, or what. But I'm so sick of fighting with you, and part of me feels like the only way to stop fighting is to stop being around you, and then what? Two strangers sharing a bed--not partners, not lovers, not friends.
I just wish you were more positive and more empathetic. I wish you inspired me.