Irritation to the fullest extent.
I don’t understand you at all these days.
I apologize for trying to be reasonable with the attitude I apparently have. I barely even bother telling you things. I know you promised to always listen, but that doesn’t mean you ever try to understand. Fuck this, man. We’ve been on sketchy terms for a few weeks and it’s seriously pushing me over the edge. Crying would make me feel like an immature little baby but I can’t help it. Days at home aren’t too great and you have yet to attempt to give me a reason why.