Tired

Today I awoke with an unspoken rage inside. 

I suppose my brain reached that file and I cannot shake the feeling.

I'm mad.

No.

I'm enraged.

A friend told me I was really mean when correcting his writing. But when I stopped telling him about my crush because he only called me stupid every time, it was because I'm a bad friend who does not want to share.

When my boyfriend gets mad at me for making faces -which he always interprets in the worst way-, I'm the one who has to change that. When I get mad at him because he cannot get off his phone for a few minutes to listen to what I'm saying, I'm the one who has to tell him to pay attention because otherwise he won't know if what I'm saying is important or not...

And I'm tired...

I cannot keep up...