i'm tired of this. you are so short with me. isn't it amazing how i try to talk to you about the crappy day i had, how sad i've been, and alone i feel, and you get mad at me for one word i said. and i apologized about it too before you even told me it upset you. i knew and i apologized and i told you that i know you're just trying to help. you are not the way you used to be. now i'm going to bed, but none of my problems were solved. you try to tell me that you're here for me and end up blowing your top, i end up apologizing for upsetting you, and then you say, no problem, i'm over it, goodnight, sweet dreams. what? i try to vent, i get bitched at, and now i'm the one apologizing and feeling like shit, as if i didn't already before. thanks for being there for me. i'm not even done with you yet. i want to say all of this to your face. but you say that you're over it, that you're going to "try not to get upset over the little things anymore", so for you this is all over. you're right. you have been selfish lately. i wish it was that easy for me to just stop caring about you and how you're doing every hour of every day. sorry if i annoy you with my concern. sorry i kill myself with worry over you because you're always so fucking dramatic and depressed. ugh. just today i told your mom, told myself i wasn't giving up on you, but when you treat me like shit and then act like it's all okay, i can't help but get emotional. i'm not just going to adjust to your changes because it's not who you are. you're completely different. you haven't found yourself, you've completely lost yourself, and i'm so close to saying i'm done.