I wasn't kidding when I said it's horribly, extremely, ridiculously difficult to tolerate me. I try to make myself more agreeable and acceptable so that you don't have such a hard time coping with the multitude of stupid situations we tend to end up in. But as I try to make things easier for you, it feels like I'm trying to be someone I'm definitely not. Ignoring that nagging feeling, I try not to be so "fatalistic", as you would say. I do try, and case in point, it doesn't work since you don't notice it. Ultimately, it just doesn't work.
After that hullabaloo the previous night, I thought more effort would be put in to making the conversation not erupt into a quarrel. Clearly, I thought wrong. It was easy for you to let loose, and significantly harder for me to hold back my words and keep my emotions in check. I really do hate how your short-term memory is so severe. That and baseless malignant accusations are perhaps my top pet peeves.
At this point of time, I want nothing more than to be away from you. Cut off all forms of communication, fly off to some godforsaken island and ignore you for a long long time. I hope it's just the irrationality and the emotions speaking. Because if this still runs through my head when I finally wake up, I would know what I'd have to do.
Maybe these are just my desserts for the pain and hurt that I have caused you. I've probably dealt more damage than you have, you sensitive thing. Doesn't help that I'm too damn objective at times which conflicts with your idealism. Just my desserts. Maybe I deserved it. Maybe it's some kind of positive feedback mechanism which seeks to correct my behaviour. Hmmm.
Almost hit the backspace button again.
Forget it.
Swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothin' to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's faces, spewing venom with your words when you spit 'em.
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