I know.

I know you didn't mean to hurt me. I didn't mean those things that I said either.

I told you that I didn't get jealous, that was a lie. I really do. I FORCE myself not to be.
I hate that feeling of jealousy, of anger, I really hate it. So I force it away. But it's still there.
I guess I just couldn't force it away last time. I tried and I tried, but it wouldn't go anywhere except out my fucking mouth.
I said some hurtful things to you.
You said some worse things.

I felt worthless. I felt used. I felt unappreciated, unwanted, abandoned.
But I know that you didn't mean it to be like that.
I know you're sorry.
I am too.

Sometimes I feel like you're all I have these days.