There are two sides of me, fighting recently.

One half wants me to scream at him, "Obviously, you don't even care enough to spare time to hang out with me, maybe we should just break up."

But, I want his response to be: "I'm so sorry, it's okay, please don't leave me, I'm just busy, let's hang out as soon as you can."

The other half of me is sitting the corner, curled up in a ball, terrified that, instead, he will say "You're right; this isn't working. I'm sorry, but we need to break up."