Aggrsesion holds my tongue like it used to when the only thing that helped was my fist and that door, or maybe that wall, maybe that one chicks face probably that other girls too. Knuckles bloody and swollen from last nights argument only got worse by today’s sadness. I’ll wait till you look away and then my fist will go through the window, jaw dropped, don’t look at me with those fucking eyes it only makes me wish I had a knife. Don’t fucking talk to me that way, don’t fucking talk to me at all, I don’t fucking care about what u want or what you need I’m barely getting myself out of bed in the morning let alone lying there long enough for your amusement. I am hardly ever rly listening and quite honestly I stopped trying months ago when she left, left me with gut wrenching anxiety, left the weight of our conversations on my chest and her face fresh in my memory stop thinking you can make me forget her you can’t make me feel better.