One of the loneliest experiences in the world is trying to explain your feelings to someone who has already decided they're not interested in hearing them. You speak carefully. You try to be fair. You try not to accuse. But the whole time you can feel that the conversation ended before it even began.
I got in trouble for being in my feelings because I was lowkey grieving… you turned around and did the same thing to me for reasons unknown, but it’s funny that I’m such a victim.