Why would I even be mad at you.
we have never been anything, there has not even been a ‘We’, Nevertheless, I still get mad, for no reason. And It bloody hurts, it is just like, if someone weren’t feeding you, but you feed yourself on their place, it is just so stupid.
I sometimes, think, about stop being friends, because It is toxic for me, and I think for you aswell, because I irritate really easy.
But I, aswell, think I love you. and stop being friends would kill me anyway.