Nothing feels worse than the feeling of missing you. I don’t miss the you now, though, I miss the old you. I miss the person I fell in love with and have great memories with. I only share arguements with this new you. You don’t care what I say or do, I’m in the blame. I’m always the problem. If you’re mad, you take it out on me, but once you are happy again, I must be too. I can’t focus on the horrible words you just spoke two hours ago, I must be happy before I am blamed for ruining your mood once again. I’m always the problem. You call me dramatic for being upset by those hurtful words. You say horrible things about me, about how I ruin your mood, but the moment you’re happy, suddenly you think we are good again. We aren’t. I put my foot down and I am standing my ground. I am still always the problem. It’s been 3 days since I’ve spoken to you. It may not seem like very long, but for me, it feels like an eternity. I’m trying my hardest not to crack. I must stand up for myself since you never would support me. I am not the problem. You are.
It’s been 3 days
