I wish I knew how to make you happy.
I wish you knew me well enough.
No, scratch that. I know that you know me well enough, so why is it that you don't know when to just give in and at that right moment, hug me tight and tell me everything's gonna be alright? The reason is simple, you just don't want to. It doesn't matter at all to you when all I want is for you to just hold my hand? When we argue and I admit I'm in the wrong, the last thing I'd want you to do is to push me away and worse still, start another quarrel in the car? Fuck this. I'm really tired of trying. I get more exhausted each time we quarrel. The quarrels just get worse and worse. And when I cry, it's not as if I'm doing it for attention or worse still, because I want your pity. Sometimes, I wonder if all this is even worth it.

Noone is fucking perfect. You aren't either. SO stop pretending you are.