Were still fighting, and last night he hung up on me and didn't answer any of my calls. I just got the valentines day gift in the mail that I got for him, it's so beautiful and now I don't even know if I should still send it to him. When I opened it up and read what I had engraved on it I just burst out in tears. And the sucky part is im sure he's fine, at work with his female friends, telling them how I fuck up all the time just to hear someone say he's right and i'm psycho. I never feel like he cares. I'm incapable of not caring. Maybe I should learn how to.. life seems so much simpler without it.

I don't feel like me telling him, at 10 pm, on a sunday night, to please get off a game (The Godfather of all fucking games) and just give me 100% attention is that big of a deal. I was getting sleepy and I just wanted to do our usual lay in bed and talk till I fall asleep thing. He said that he wants to "get somewhere"/ be a high level on this game so he never got off, so I proceeded to nag, harass, and annoy him till he did. And he never did --this is when he hung up on me. Games are really that fucking important huh?