She comes home last night at 2am after racking up body #11

Finds me reading in bed (I can’t sleep because I worry about her)

Demands I turn the light off, I refuse.

She grabs the light and breaks it.

Sitting there in the dark she says “you’re making my life hell”

Ok sure, I’m making your life hell! How does that work then? when I watch the girl I love go off to fuck a new dude every 2 days...

I’m making her life hell?! That makes complete sense.

I don’t sleep, I don’t eat, I’ve contemplated suicide multiple times and I have lost 13kgs in less than a month and I’m making her life hell.

The world spins backwards, brothers