I just wanted to say good morning and no matter what I love you
— from my boyfriend. I went to bed angry after him hanging up on me and refusing to talk in circles. Then, I threw a huge picture frame of us against my wall, and the glass shattered and I got cut everywhere and felt stupid and melodramatic, yet somehow satiated. Oh, and it hurt pretty bad, too. They say never go to bed angry at a loved one, but maybe it is for the best. Some things should wait until the morning.
