We fight over something so stupid.

You make a comment about that stupid dress that I wore to homecoming. JPs date had the same one.
So, I hit you. Apparently really hard.
You get mad. You push me away when I try to apologize. I get mad because you put your arm on my neck. You shove me away in front of everybody.
In the next second, you ask me what I want to eat? Try to be nice. I feel like you are such a a fake.
You try to apologize. I take it in but I need my time.
And again it becomes one of those things where you ask me "Why do you have to get so mad?"
I feel so stupid. Like I don't have the right to get mad.
You have never understood my anger. You always have to question it. And I feel stupid. Because I don't have the answers.
I say I'm leaving because I'm tired of everyone in the place staring at us.

You throw away your food in the trash.

I feel bad.

We argue in the car. We make up after tears. But, I still don't know what is going to happen.