He never listens to you. I mean, as if he’d listen to anyone. But it’s just how he reacts to how you feel. When you tell him things. He just doesn’t listen.

You two were sat on the curb, watching cars go by- talking about how you act, or something. You brought up your past issues with anger, how they can bubble back to the surface.. But he didn’t take you very seriously. That wasn’t you, right?

“You’d never do shit like that. You’re a sissy.”

He mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette.