he makes me severely dislike him. he's supposed to be the one who knows and understands me better than anyone else but when i express my feelings and thoughts about something really important to me, and should be important to him, he writes me off and says i'm being melodramatic. i really hate being called that. i wasn't mad at him though. my feelings were just really hurt and there was nothing he could do to make me feel better.

i usually wake up early to make sure he's awake and gets ready and off to class on time. i didn't this morning though. i was still a little hurt from him not hearing me out so i made him get his own shit together for once. he wasn't too happy about that. i didn't really care though. i don't like him right now.

i didn't go to class again. i didn't really feel like it. i stayed in bed all day sleeping. i went out once to walk the dog. then i stared in the mirror for an hour. i look am so disgusting. i went to that stupid session. i'm not going back again. i'm fucking done. i went to her for help with a fucking eating disorder and she's talking about stupid borderline personality disorder and putting me back on antidepressants. that bitch can choke on it and die a dozen times.

i wanna be alone for a while.

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