Home again, just about. Still feeling crap. Got bitched at throughout the day, for really stupid things. Like I didn't want much for breakfast. Um, I barely ever eat anything in the mornings. Like I was wearing my hat indoors. I like my hat, okay? Like I asked to go out tomorrow. I said ok when you said no, there was no need to keep on at me after that, was there? I got the message the first time.

All the anger has turned into self hatred now. I always screw things up. You'll say that this doesn't accomplish anything, it never does. If I ask what I should do, you'll say it's not your place to tell me.
I'm asking you.
...I don't know why I still trust you the most. But I do, and that's the way things are.


Couldn't you tell? That was my apology. The promises.