A swift kick

Why does this happen? You tell me this, you tell me that. You want to get away with the stupidest excuses that always fool me. I'm glad I was a part of your weekend. I'm glad you really know what you want to do, because I don't. I hope you know that you make me feel like crap, right now. You ever been kicked in the balls? Guess not, because that's what this feels like. It makes me happy that you do what you want to do and don't have to tell me. It's awesome that you jump to conclusions. I am so grateful that you think I am a jerk all the time. It makes me happy to know that you doubt my love. I don't want to lay here anymore and take this. I'm better than this. Don't jump to conclusions on me. Don't just fucking assume stupid stuff about me. Because it hurts. It burns and I'm bleeding. I could really use an ice pack...