Vanity.

I don't want to be your girlfriend today.

It's ALWAYS about you! I'm ALWAYS coming to see you, we're ALWAYS doing things for YOU. It's ALWAYS ABOUT YOUUUUUU.

When is it about me? You were supposed to call me so we could do something tonight. I finally called you to see what the update was. You chose laundry.

"And I promised the guys pizza for helping me move stuff last night so they'll probably come over tonight."

"...oh. I just had a bad day and was hoping to see you..."

"It's not like I had a good day either," he said, bringing it back to him. "Why don't you go hang out with **** tonight?"

"Because I'm not driving up to the U."

"It's not that far--"

"No, it's not, but I'm not driving in this weather," I stated.

He brought it back to him that he has no sympathy for me because he drives all day in all sorts of weather. HIM HIM HIM.

You're a better driver than me, asshat. You know that. Maybe consider why I don't want to drive up to the U in this weather when I already hate driving at night.

I get sick, he has no sympathy because of all he's experienced. I get sad and he isn't there for me when I need him. I get horny and of course he's sleeping or feeling sick.

I don't want to do anything for you anymore. I love you, but baby damn.

"MY apartment looks so good...I just need to get your shitty couch out of it."