“well we’re gonna be 2,000 miles apart in a month, so if you cant even handle me being busy for a month how are we gonna do a year?” i yell harshly, but i didnt mean it, i never mean it.

weve been dating for 4 and a half years now, but now i was moving onto the wnba, and i was getting drafted to the dallas wings in about a month. ive been so busy and stressed and emotional about everything that we havent had time to hang out, its not on purpose

and of course, you needed me, i needed you too, but i was busy, and you seem tired of it, and i got defensive, and now we’re in a really bad argument here in my dorm room