I hate thinking badly of you, but sometimes you really just get on my nerves with the things you do. I love you dearly but I think that’s why I can get so mad at you, because of how well I have loved you. It’s such a little thing but how often it happens is what bothers me. I’ve changed something about me for the better because it was important to you, and now its time for you to do the same. Because without you seeing my point of view and understand why what you’re doing is upsetting me so much, I don’t know what I will do. I don’t want to think of you as someone who doesn’t care, but that’s what it is becoming. And what bothers me the most is that it still has continued to happen even though I’ve talked about it before.
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