Tuesday

She turned up.
She called.

Why do you always insist that i accept things?
Why do you always make me go through such things?
Why do you always disregard how i feel?

I don't know what to say.
I don't know how to convey how i feel.
How can i explain that you will always continue to delibrately make such choices to hurt me?
You knew.
I didn't matter enough.

How did you expect i would react?
Is she more important then?