that kid has moxie

since you first decided to fight with me and threatened to leave.

I’ve had this huge ball of stress in my stomach all this week because you seem to try and break up with me everyday or we fight or you pick a fight or you mess with my head and i never know how to gauge what mood youll be in. its ridiculous.

when stress replaces the need for food in a FOODIE, thats when you know something’s wrong. Every meal i’ve had to force down. And I never finish.

and i feel so fucked up because i know itd be good for me to leave, a better choice for my life but i can’t managed to do it. I’m so fucked. I like you and you’re stuck on someone else but seem to keep me dangling because you like the attention or something. Everyday I’m on edge. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to do this.