sometimes when i think i understand you, you'll turn around and show me a new level of mean, a deeper degree of vindictiveness. how do i sit there and not defend myself? i'm not a saint, pure and unblemished! you hurt me and i'll hurt you back.

you're so personal so intentionally that when you deny that, i don't know whether to laugh hysterically or cry my eyes out. so i take the path that offers immediate release - anger. i lash out to hurt you like i'm hurting. can't you see you cut me so deep what little rationality i'm clinging onto is lost out the window?

it's no excuse but it's an explanation.
we need no more ultimatums, we need compromises.
WE.
not you, not me.