"I can feel him staring at me as I try to think and impulsively throw a cushion at him in a bid to block him out, unable to have him look at me that way when I know I m the one being mental. I m suffocating inside, and my head is so crammed full of conflicting thoughts that I want to rip my brain out."
" Go away. I snap childishly, tearfully, as the rage dies, and I start to get embarrassed and ashamed of the epic meltdown I just had. I should be apologizing, I know this, and he s looking at me like I should know this, yet I can t. There is that tiny little stubborn mini-me who wants to slap him about the head, shake some sense into him and tell him once and for all to make her disappear for me."
" Why the f**k are you punishing me for her calling? Am I answering the f*****g phone
