It's funny how we can't even last a full week without fighting over the stupidest things. But these fights. . . they always happen. I don't know how I'm still not used to them at this point. You would think that after nine months, someone could still hold a grudge. That's not the case, though. I never knew the importance of trust until now. But, it's already too late. I never know when to keep things in private. It's an issue with me. But, it doesn't matter now because he's disappointed in me. Something that happened months ago, he's still not over it. He hates me. Yes, hate is a strong word, I'm aware. I hate myself, too. Right now, I just want to mend the wounds with him, but I don't think I can anymore. The problem is, why do I always cave in? I was fine before. And now, I'm problematic and depressed, something my parents always call me. But, you know, I don't have magic powers. I guess I'll just have to let things heal themselves.
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Non-Fictioni always thought life wasn't hard. i never knew this was what life had in store for me. sometimes, it's just hard.
