You never bother to see my side of the story, I try and compromize, I try and mould both our opposite ideals and meet in the middle. You always try to think my feelings are a rebuttal against your explanation, they're not, they're feelings. I don't know how many times I have to say how I feel about something, one day you'll get it. I'm not attacking you, I'm trying to find some fucking understanding and common ground. Trying to find some way to see each other's view points and turn it into a learning exercise not an argument. Yet no matter what I do, my hurt feelings turn into an argument. Why can't you just learn how to compromize? It's not so fucking hard. Just actually listen to me for a change, I listen to you, fight my own instincts to argue, hear what your reply will be inside my head before I say something stupid. All I am is a sensitive guy who's trying to figure out why you do the things you do, and you've got to teach me if we're to succeed. You can't just run away cos it gets too hard, fuck that's easy. Maybe if you spent more time trying to work toward the middle where I'll be than getting pissed off we'd have solved things way faster, but no, you let your fuse go and go and go until it ends on your terms. Always on your fucking terms. You make me feel lousy for expressing myself at all.