One, Two, Three

Hurt

You're angry at me, and I wish I didn't know why.
I called things off last night and now you're so incredibly cold to me. It's my own fault but I dont want to take responsibility for it because I'm used to being the victim. Every excuse I come up with in my head is even more ridiculous than the last, and I won't escape what I've done.
When I woke up this morning I wasn't sure how the day would go; you were going to come in early so we could play on your Switch, and after a few words we would go to dinner with my family.
Then today you told me you would be late.
You didn't tell me why, or how long you would be, or what time you'd get here. It's got me thinking that you're angry, because I didn't respect you wanting to be without commitment. This morning I apologized for blowing up on you last night, but it won't fix anything.

Last night when I called things off, I said I couldn't stay with what we were. You asked me if I was sure.

I should've said no.