the story of 'THAT GUY'

so, all i wanted was to take care of him that night..

he was so fuckin drunk

i cared for him all night... helped him get around the house, handed him his beer, rahrahrah


and what do i get..??


this text: it's always about you, you're so unfair. Fuck you and your piss poor excuse for a boyfriend. I'm tired of table scraps and broken affection.


he apparently remembers everything clearly from that night... and all i get is hate back? i'm so tired of it...

i didn't do anything bad.

he's spent month taking care of me, worrying about me. making it about ME.

I wanted to make it about him for a night..


mistake.