You don’t love me anymore. Your behavior proves that. That day when I just asked you to sit down, you said that I was controlling your life. Have you ever thought of me? Do you know why I was crying? Because I myself told you to be possessive, but I never knew that it would affect me so much. Seriously, I am depressed. Whenever you talk to me like this I just think of running somewhere alone and never coming back. KILL ME IF YOU WANT.
Initially, I am not angry or irritated. I get irritated when you tell me 4-5 times that I am angry. You don’t need to tell me that. I am sorry for whatever I did whenever you were hurt. I don’t run from things. I just don’t want them to grow anymore. You’ll never understand. Just give yourself a break. Have a Kit-Kat.