god .fuck me for jealousy. i guess having an opinion for myself is too much fucking trouble. im about sick of this. he talks about me blowing up over stupid shit. he asks me and i tell him. and then gets pissed for what i have to say. i know i have no right to critize top eights. but you would have weedled me until i told you anyways. im tired of this stupid shit. tired of arguing. you could have left me. maybe you should have. god damn. im about to call it quits. fuck. this. you win kyle. always. you always do. you succeed in making me feel like shit. you are a better person than me. i told you that before.