Today was a shit show.
This morning texting you meant jeopardising the safety of my phone. I felt so angry and unsettled. So easily triggered that when I saw your stupid meme all I felt was this bitter rage.
I told you I didn't want to.
That why I didn't.
That's why I don't.
Why is that so hard to understand?
You always come along when I'm weak. When I can't reject you. This is the result of that.
Your silence now feels so petty.
Deserved. But so petty.
I hate you.
But I've never hated and loved at the same time?
Love is weird.
I'm too old to be feeling this erratic.
People say women are emotional beings. I realised my monthlies are responsible, because the moment I've stopped having the weepies or whatever it can be called- I regret this completely.
I won't get rid of you.
I promised.
But my god does being female suck.