settlement

Today I realized that the closest thing that I have ever had to a meaningful relationship outside of my family is crumbling underneath me. It is understandable that we are very different people than we were four years ago, or even four months ago. I do find it sad that we cannot talk, and that we always bicker, and that we're disgustingly dependant on each other. I hate that we never go out and when we do he's on the phone with someone else half of the time, and that he's depressed and not dealing with it, and that I have to pick up his pieces. I'm tired of putting myself second to someone who doesn't care for me the way I do for them.
So I stop caring.

I'm still tired.