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Anna

I don’t know why I’m being like this. I don’t know why I’m pushing him away as soon as he’s walked through the fucking door, but bitchy Anna is running the show and I can’t stop myself talking shit at him.

I feel a weird satisfaction in the way he looks so confused. Hurt. He looks hurt, and that’s satisfying too.

I don’t know why I want him to think I’m a lazy useless bitch. I only put the TV on when I saw his car pull into the street and I don’t even watch this shitty show. I don’t know why I used a different plate for every sandwich and left them piled up around me for maximum mess. I don’t know why I’m being such a terrible cow to a man who’s only ever tried to help me.

Because he doesn’t want me.

Because he doesn’t love me.

Because he’ll never love me.

The urge to give him the finger and tell him to fuck off out of my life is strong. I feel it twisting in my belly, the urge to make him leave me and get this over with.

I could scream in his face that he’s a useless prick who p
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