I don't know what to do.. today was suppose to be a good day wasn't it? 14 months with you, and only you. You didn't go to school though. And we decided to go out to the city and look around, for my dress. At the same time, Anna and Lily went too and so did Shirlina. So we took the train together, you told me you were at the park and I already knew you'd be late. Throughout the train ride, Shirlina and I talked a lot about our relationships. It got me pretty upset, at some point I felt tears coming out but thankfully it didn't. When I called you, you weren't even on any train yet.. >< I got really upset because there's not one day you are on time to meet up with me. And I don't know why you lied to me telling me you were at the train station and already swiped. I don't know what was your purpose of lying. Because honestly, I would have told you to just stay at the damn park because that's all you love to do. Every fucking day, handball is involved.. every fucking day. But you lied and told me you were waiting for the train already but really, you were still at the park. Lying to me made me even more mad because not only were you late but you were lying about where you were too. Then you decide to be so touchy and affectionate today but I just didn't want it.. maybe because I was just so upset. Then he asked me a playful jokingly question and you get mad. I don't get why the fuck you need to get mad over that shit. Why are you the one mad when I should be on fire? I try so fucking hard to not be mad at you, you know that? because this relationship isn't going very well already and arguing will just fuck it up even more. So you want to get mad? Okay, well then you're suppose to talk it out but do you? No you fucking don't, you want to stay in the streets in front of the train station with tons of people coming and watching us. You don't wanna leave, yet you don't want to talk it out. I just don't understand. I only have so much patience and consideration, I'm not going to stand in a busy street arguing with you and crying. I had enough and I walked away for the first time. You didn't come after me. Maybe even if I didn't walk away, it wouldn'tmake a difference because he's just too stubborn to fix our problems. Standing there in tears would have been humiliation, it'd be worth it if we fixed it but we wouldn't have anyways. Eventually one of us would have walked away.