I am proud of my bruises and in love with this song, [even though he hates it]. Me and D fell out last night. We were play fighting things got out of hand. I accidently punched him in the face and he threw me off the bed. When he came to help me up he thought it would be funny to keep letting go of me and so I pushed him out the way and got up. He got me by the shoulders and started pushing me out of my own room saying "get out my fucking room". He didn't mean it but it reminded me of when Marco would throw me out the house and I just lost it. D didn't shout at me or anything, he just wouldn't talk to me or let me touch him for a while. Then out of no where he just snapped and said "you can't start fights with me and lose your shit like that". He acted like a dick for a while after that, being quiet and winding me up psychologically...I can't explain. It's sorted now though. Volatile.