I've been, at best, a pain in the ass lately. I don't know if it's because of my financial misfortune or being cooped up too long inside the house (still because of financial misfortune), but looking back, it was just ugly. My fuse was about as short as my thumb, causing me to snap at the slightest provocation, real or imaginary. Mostly imaginary, really.
After these fits, I'd retreat to my bed, reduced to tears. Why me why always me I don't deserve this maybe I'm not good enough maybe I do deserve this baaaaaaw.
I'm no good saying this in person, so... I'm sorry for taking it out on you. You've been really good to me, contrary to what you must think. Okay, there were those times that I was right to be angry, but it happens to the best of people, I suppose.
Also, I'm sorry for being very needy. I guess that's what people mean when they tell me I'm just like a puppy. :/
Having said all that, well, I'm just really sorry. And I love you.