you show me next to no attention in over 2 weeks, we’ve had sex twice, and once was quickly before charlene gave us a lift to tonis. hardly normal for us. you moan at me to tidy the room all the time (even though you don’t even tidy up after yourself) and now that i’m doing it, and doing housework for my mum you decide you’re up for it and you’re all playful and cheeky? no that’s not fair. and then to come up and ask ‘come on, what’ve i done now?’ i’m BUSY. doing what YOU fucking told me to do. URGHHHHHHH.

sick of everything being on your terms.

her*

I genuinely think I’m already hooked on getting tattoo’s because the pain reminds me a bit of cutting, but obviously it’s a much, much better alternative.

Third day in a row our relationship/you’ve made me cry. That’s not right and I don’t know what’s going on and I’m fucking terrified.

I’M FUCKING SICK OF BEING IN FUCKING PAIN. It’s not fair I can’t fucking talk without sounding like an idiot. I can’t eat without it hurting. I can’t sleep without dribbling everywhere it’s fucking disgusting. I’m just sick of this and I want all these fucking ulcer’s to go aWAY.

I love her and there’s no way I could leave her. I will fucking make this work. I will.

I’m some kind of idiot. I could really do with her being here right now and just holding me and making all my horrible thoughts and my tummy ache go away, but instead I told her I was fine and that it’s fine for her to come back later. I can feel myself pushing her away again and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

Telling your girlfriend you’ve spent the day crying in bed and not getting a text back after nearly an hour.. Um.

Getting a text from your friend saying she’s just OD’d and her goodbyes to you when you’re having sex is monumentally awkward.