I am not happy.

I am preparing for the worst.

Like the rush before a hurricane.

I’m trying my best to get myself ready for the worst.

I’m having problems in my relationship, yes its one of THOSE rants.

I honestly don’t know what to do.

We don’t talk. 

Theres no conversation.

And it hurts me because at this point he’s starting to deny any physical attention I give him.

You’re a man.

Stop it.

We still do cute things, I guess.

But they’re so rare.

/:

I just want to cuddle into a ball and cry.

I wish I had the will power to leave him for a couple weeks and see how he’d feel alone.

Though I’m scared if I do that, he’ll like it.

/:

I really wish I can just like put all of my emotions and feelings into a glass and give the glass to him so that everything that I want to say would be so much easier.

He would just drink my emotions and feelings and know exactly whats wrong, and he can do the same. 

And I would drink his emotions and feelings.

And we would know instantly how to make things better.

I want to cuddle up into a ball and cry.

But I try to stay as strong as I can.

I’ve broken down too many times already.

Now anytime I have a tear in my eye I shake it off and put it into the bottle of tears that’s slowly filling up.

I just want to explode with emotions but I have no idea how to.

I wish I wasn’t like this.

I wish I could be perfect.

Oh the bottle cap came loose. 

Here are those tears.