you always think i’m trying to make life difficult for you. you always think i’m being the bitch. you always think i’m blowing things up.
have you ever thought that this is giving myself peace of mind, giving myself something not to worry about?
i can’t stand being paranoid every waking moment, wondering if you’re fucking someone, or picking someone up.
i can’t help it.
i don’t enjoy it you know. i hope you find a new girlfriend and be happy soon.
