Why do I bother talking to you. It jut hurts me and pisses me off. My mood for the day is shot. I want to go sit in the corner, shaking and crying. I want to break everything I see.

Why do I have to soothe your bad days? You don't do that for me. The last week you have done nothing but accuse me and confuse me. What do you care what I do..... you left me.... remember!