I could submit a bitch about how you're not that considerate, how you don't think to send a text after our nights out to see if I got home safe, how you take so long to get back to me but you're glued to your phone when we're together. This could be a bitch about all of the things you do that get under my skin, but instead this is a bitch by me, for me. I'm pissed at myself because for some reason I can't seem to just tell you what I want. I'm pissed because it's my inability to tell you how I feel that is part of the problem. I have no idea why I'm like this and I'm not even going to attempt to place blame anywhere. All I'm going to say is damn, Self, you gotta get your shit together or else you will never be happy.
—Bitcher to bitcher