You're going to be the death of me.

why is that its okay for you to go waste your fucking money on a hookah, those are so fucking bad for you, no matter what. even if its tobacco  less. its makes me so fucking mad, that, you do this shit behind my fucking back. you dont fuckinf tell me anything. and you fucking get mad when I " do" this. I never fucking do this. so go fuck yourself. sometimes, i think we arent meant for each other. because seriously. all i see if fighting. because you do things behind my back. like this. why the fuck didnt you tell me. arent we not supposed to keep fucking secrets. what the fuck is this. and you know how i found out, thru fucking twitter. thru nate. because you try to keep everything fucking away from me. what the fuck is this.  why the fuck would you want to kill yourself faster. i just got over the fucking fact of smoking weed. because i finally got to be with you while. but it still makes me fucking aggravated. WHY THE FUCK DONT YOU TELL ME. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS. IM YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND, YOUR "BESTFRIEND" BUT NO. IF I WERE YOU WOULD TELL ME THIS. WHY THE FUCK DONT YOU, WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO ABOUT IT. I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW .  Shit. you can be a fucking shady person i fucking swear. You said you had fuckign quit, you lying piece of fucking shit. you're fucking full of it.  im so fucking mad i cant even control anything. all i ask if for you to tell me. like you ask me. why the fuck dont you return that. because i fucking do. i fucking make myself available and flexible, i usually bend my fucking curfews for you. you do nothing in return. i understand that your fucking young. but im fucking concerned about you. i want you to live a long healthy life. im fucking worried about you. i fucking worry. now this. this is like me gettign my tattoos. if you do whatever the FUCK you feel like without telling me, then im gonna even acknowledge your fucking request, which is full of it too. this is my fucking body, not yours. if you dont like it i dont give a fuck. im so tired of always being the one, who does stuff for you. and then theres these times when i write these out, i fucking cry because im so bloody mad. and this time im not going to anyone. this is whoever fucking reads it. im so mad, that i fucking end up crying. these times where i over think. and i thinks its over. its done. were not meant to be. maybe we'll always be bestfriends. but its just not our match. theres times where i think theres that one perfect girl out there for you, because i know there is, and im just wasting your time, with my bullshit. but then i think opposites attract, and maybe we are meant to be, we do help each other, you've helped me a lot. becoming the person i am today, you were part of it. you made me think a whole new way. but you've also made other things that made me fall apart horrible. i dont know anymore. this relationship doesnt feel healthy anymore. you're too controlling. and thats part of your zodiac sign too. but maybe its just me. maybe i should get mad for these things. i just fucking wish you would tell me. is it really that fucking hard to tell me. i fucking tell you everything. im just slipping into this fucking depression, but music helps with that. i guess ill just keep my mouth shut. and just wait till i explode. im not fucking stupid. never underestimate a girl and her not finding out something. because we have the power to. 
Im just going to continue with my shitty ass day. and probably be on here alot more, that i have. im just going to to do me, and not acknowledge you. ill be me, you do you. im going on my own "break" i need another one.