You know what my problem is with you? Its that you don't really have a sense of how your own actions affect other people, yet you expect everyone else to be empathetic of whatever you have spinning around in your head.
Maybe you really were dealt a bad hand- it isn't your fault, but it isn't mine either. Everyone has a limit you know, and there was a period of time where I made excuses for your random bitchiness towards me. Now, whenever you yell at me/people...I just think you're crazy. We all just stare at you and go about whatever we were doing before, because in a matter of hours, days, you'll traverse the sine wave of your mood swings once again.
And you wonder why we aren't close.
You are nearly impossible to talk to.
I love you; I can't stand you.
