i threw my computer.
he said he would always be there for me; he tried to kill himself.
i called for help; instead of helping him, they arrested him.
he promised he would protect me from my past; he hit me exactly the same way my father did.
but i'm the shithead.
i have a disease, that keeps me from being aware of money problems. i can not handle money. he insisted on giving me the money from the tax return. i told him i couldn't be trusted with it, because of my disease. he didn't listen. now we are in debt, and it's all my fault. i'm the shithead, and i am the one who messed up. i deserved what i got.
so i threw my computer.
why should a shithead have nice things?