What the fuck even are we?

I wonder if I'll ever be able to tell you how you make me feel sometimes.When you piss me off,when I feel you could be trying a lot harder,when I think you could be putting more effort into our relationship.Today I look at what we are realize that if this keeps up,I won't stay for much longer.
After having a delightfully shit day I come home to an empty house,your underwear strewn over the lounge,I texted you when I was in tears to call me,you never did,when you get home you barely say anything to me but trawl the internet and laugh at jokes you see...you don't share them,what the FUCK are we becoming?
And when you give it,all the time,and I finally give you some back-you go off in a strop,ignoring me,getting all offended because for ONCE I say something a tiny bit over the line,when you've basically been slagging me off all evening...childish idiot that you are sometimes.
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO ASK.I won't just tell you things,sometimes,you have to try.Otherwise,what is this relationship?I ask again.Just me,giving you an easy time where you just come back to a smiling girlfriend who's cooked and cleaned everything and will do anything for you...I'm so sick of it now.
It's not always like this,but it always seems that the times I need you the most are the days you are most ignorant.And it's almost like you think 'yeah I'm being a right dick to her, but it's her and she's not going to do anything.' PROVE ME WRONG.

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