I told you to talk about the problem.

You love me when I'm over you, under you. You don't when I'm beside you, when I'm far from you. You like me when I'm happy, when I try to make you smile, when I'm anger or sad, you don't ever care. What the fuck of love is that ? We can be together for two months, or two years, it doesn't matter if I can't trust you a little. And I don't. I don't fucking trust a word when you promise me things, or when you say that I'm the only one. I'm not.