When you're fighting with your loved one and you don't know why it is that you are? Nor why you feel so enraged at everything he says? Nor why when you appear to have resolved the conflict you still feel melancholy and sulky and unapproachable?
I hate that.
Ah, the joys of love...you get to hurt all the time. (Drama queen, me.)

the bad one.
I hate that.
Ah, the joys of love...you get to hurt all the time. (Drama queen, me.)

the bad one.