So… one moment you tell me that you wish that you never met me and you don’t want to speak to me again.

Then… the next moment you make light of the fact that telling me I’m worthless is hurtful, tell me I don’t care about you, and that I think my feelings matter more than yours because you did something hurtful for no just reason and I… wait for it… wait for it…

wait… for… i-
felt hurt.

Brill.

I should put a screen chomper on my phone. You can’t make this shit up.