we almost

broke up

One thing led to another, we had another arguement; one of the worst ones yet. And yet you're still not talking to me. I never got to say any ting to prove my point and all you do is tell me that I'm either changing the story or that I'm wrong.
I know that I'm not wrong, you never let me finish. Once I say something that is bothering me or I get angry, all you do is tell me to get anger management. You even diagnosed me even though you're not a doctor. You telling me that I know I'm bipolar does not mean that I'm diagnosed with it because I never got tested for it. For one thing, you might be the reason, who knows.
I remember admitting to the fact that I got angry, but you still have the audacity to tell me that I'm changing the story.
I sometimes wish that I never even expressed how I felt.