I don’t understand why my boyfriend is with me, I really don’t. I feel like every time I have a good thing going, I fuck it up and I don’t know why. He says I bitch a lot, I know his friends hate me, and his parents don’t like me any NEAR as much as they do his best friend. I just don’t get it. It’s not my fault that certain things bother me. I don’t like when other women hold his hand, I don’t like that his two-faced best friend is so touchy all the time, I don’t like that I have to feel as though my relationship is all about her all of the time, and I especially don’t like that he makes me feel like I’m crazy for not liking these things. I spend all of this time trying to be a good person, I really do, and I just wish that they would’ve all tried to see that instead of just judging me based on her biased opinion.
- I’m not excited about Sunday in the least.
(via blogconfession)
