We fought about my insecurities and you made the comment, “You’re just going to keep bringing this up, so why finish the conversation?”
And I’ve been lost in my head ever since, obsessing over the issue and noticing little things that make me wonder, why would he do that?
But I can’t say anything to you because I have to prove you wrong, even though it’s eating at me and deteriorating my mental health.
I can’t give you a legitimate reason to call me psycho again, so I stay tight-lipped and spread thin within my own walls.
And yet, you’re asking me why I seem like I’m not here and I can’t even tell you, and it drives me even more mad.
How fucking stupid is that?