You make me miserable.

If I could go back to the days were we didn’t fight. Instead of fighting every night or going months on ends not talking to each other. I would.

God you said you weren’t friends with her. Why on earth are you talking to her again? Get me jealous make me miserable. You win. It’s working.

No clue on why you think it’s okay to talk to her again. I hate you and her.

I just wanna talk.