I feel like you're fucking squeezing the air out of me right now. Sometimes, I really think we're so fucking wrong in the first place. I don't get it. Are all these supposed formalities of a relationship so important? Do you actually know me? Yes, you can know what I order when I eat, what I like. But I'm not like that. Like the girl you want me to be. I'm just fucking not. Why can't you see?
Breathe. Breathe.