nichole phillips (jan 16 1990 / north bend oregon)
Sick and tired.
Im sick and tired of always having to watch my back
not knowing when he will snap.
i love him to death but its hard for me
when eye to eye we dont see.
He doesn't understand some of the stuff i do as i dont with him
I know we can push through this the only question is..
is he sick and tired of me?
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