i’m not sick, but i’m not well

 this is what i come home to. im so fucking stressed. why did i bother. why did i bother even coming. i shouldve just stayed there with the pollen and the poor ventilation instead of being blamed and shouted at. panicking for no fucking reason and having a go at me. it’s a phone. a fucking phone. rather than spend the evening with me, he’s more concerned about his phone. fine.

spend your evening with your phone.