you make me so angry sometimes.
stop snapping at me because you're in a bad mood.
stop blurting out stuff I expected you to keep confidential.
stop making me feel bad and apologising for things I shouldn't be sorry for.
stop being my best friend.
my problem is that I care too much.
would you care if I died tomorrow?
would you?
I thought that I was somewhat secure with you;
but now I'm pretty sure.
that the people closest to me are those who throw me off.
I know I'm insecure.
you would have issues too if you were me.
don't you understand that I try not to let you get on my nerves?
why can't you do the same?
or at least tell me without biting my head off whatever it is that bothered you?
is that so very damn hard?
I suppose so.
you know what?
whatever.
because I know I would have forgiven you by tomorrow morning.
and I will be hating myself for it.
neesha I want to talk to you.
