Do you realize how mean you were that day? Do you realize how cold the things you said were? Maybe you don't remember because you've had one too many encounters with drugs...but you've said your share of mean bullshit to me before and we sat down and said "hey, guess what...we're over the drama." It's okay for you to go and call me a bitch but when I lose my cool and use a curse word and tell one of my friends that I don't need to get upset because you're ignoring me, suddenly it's a big fucking sin? Yeah right. I thought we were over all this. I thought we were trying to make things better. Here I thought I was doing the right thing. Here you tell me that I'm doing the right thing and things are getting better. that's what I remember. May you don't, but I sure as hell do. You sit and you think about it for a moment. You want to destroy what we were making because of a petty fucking fight? You want to destroy what you had because a few curse words went back and forth? I sure as Hell hope not because then you'd only prove yourself
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Your right. I probably have made matters worse. Especially with what I just wrote. But I believe I had just as much a right to be hurt and angry as you do. I had thought we were over the things that happened that week. I have finally found the strength to stop whining over you, and instead do my damn best job to heal things...and then this whole deal that should've been forgotten is brought up. So maybe you don't see it, but I'm not taking this too well either. I know what I said was wrong, but I also know that since what happened between us those couple of days I have done everything I could to fix what was ruined. Maybe I lost my temper tonight. Maybe I should've just let it blow off without saying anything till later to try and patch stuff up. Maybe that's what I'll do next time. But tonight this upset me just as much as it upset you, and something had to be said by the both of us for one reason or another
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