I wish it wasn't so hard. I wish it could be normal and happy, how it should really be. But we can't last a week or two without you getting angry at me. I'm getting tired. Its draining, and runs me down. And I'm starting to hate it.

Why? Why can't you just be more understanding?

All I want is to love and be loved in return. After all, isn't that the best thing that could happen?