something

yet again, so much has happened since last thursday. it seems tedious to go over absolutely everything that happened, it would take so long.
in summary, i realised that i was being taken for a fool.
who knows if it really has anything to do with his nervous breakdown, or if the crash on friday left him with mild concussion. does it really matter? he's still done the things? he's still lied and cheated and deceived me. it makes me feel sick.
he says i'm wrong, but how else was i meant to interpret it? no, i think i'm right, anthony. try to prove me wrong though, because i've never felt so strong an emotion for you as i do right now. even if it's not love. it's something. and it won't go away.