Argument.

My boyfriend and I just had an argument, and he was definitely in the wrong.

Instead of apologising and realising that this was the case, he is sat upstairs, whilst I'm crying downstairs.

Does he give a shit? NO.

Does he care when I don't eat for days? NO.

Does he even ask me if I want food anymore? NO.

Whilst I hate all of these questions, it's nice to feel like someone fucking cares.

I genuinely would rather be dead at the minute. No joke.