𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 [ᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ]

Problems

You.
Cause that's all it was ever about, right?
Make it ALL about yourself.
How your life is worse.
How much you've suffered.
What about me?
What about my problems?
I needed you.
I needed to talk to you.
But no,
It's not about me anymore, is it?
I honestly don't ever think it will be.

Not as long as you're around.

Some part of me wants to hurt you.
Hit you.
Scream at you.
But I know that's not the way to solve my problem.

Your problem.

Talk about it all you want to.
Interrupting me while I need to vent.
Telling me how your life sucks so badly.
:)

Yeah, maybe your life does suck.
I'm sorry for that.

But what about me?
Do I get room to talk..?
Is it so selfish for me to need things?

I needed you.
So fucking much.

Make it about yourself.
Go ahead.
Your life is clearly more important than mine will ever be.

I won't stop you.

But I really needed your help.

Sorry that happened to you.
Your whole life, you say?
Must've fucking sucked.

Really. I'm sorry.

You've begun to piss me off.

Maybe this seems selfish and egotistical to make.
Or to say.
Or to want.
But

I just wanted some help...