Day Old Hate.

Arguing is all you seem to want to do.

After some wine and a clash of opinions. You are so preoccupied with what you want, with it being all about you, with it only going your way and no one else’s.

You argue over the same thing over and over. I’m sick of hearing the same fight.

One day you’ll realize that you’re acting like a child. But by then it will be too late. I’ll be long gone. And happy.

I’m so sick of you trying to pin everything in your life on someone else and when we try telling you it is because of you, you make an even bigger fuss.

Sometimes you just have to suck it up and admit you’re wrong. Be the adult like you are.

Sometimes you’re wrong, and you can’t seem to understand that.

You are so caught up in what you want, how you want it your way, how you’re so perfect.

You can’t even see past your ‘perfect’ vision.

Maybe, hopefully, you’ll see one day, you’re not perfect. Maybe one day you’ll realize I’ve got my own set of problems, I don’t need yours.

Maybe you’ll figure it out before I crack.

You’re so self absorbed you don’t even see the road I am willingly going down. The road that I am happy to follow.

Because right now, honestly, I can’t wait until I hit rock bottom so that you can finally see something is wrong.