So I was talking to him then he kissed me then he's like "kiss me" and I'm like "I don't want to" and then he gets really super mad at me, and started telling me how I have caused his depression and made him worse and don't help any of his scars and I need compassion and to stop being a cold-hearted bitch.  Of course I'm yelling "shut up" and "I don't want to hear you"  but then I get very angry and we have a huge fall out and I told him very mean things that I thought and said I wasn't talking to him.  Then this afternoon, he sees me and so I talk to him but all we did was argue again because apparently since we both have druggie parents we'll end up the same and since he's older and already how he is, it's just a matter of time for me.  I will never be like him.  I am not weak like him.  No I don't have compassion, but that doesn't mean I'll have a horrible life.  All we ever do is argue and I'm sick of the shit.  He needs to just not talk to me.  And he tries to blame it saying he's got a case of undiagnosed bipolar disorder.  PLEASE....omg, the only ppl to tell him that were all mental themselves, and it's only giving him a crutch to stand on so he doesn't have to say it's his fault.  He gets mad when I tell him that though, because somehow I've never been through anything, I'm not trying my best, and I lie to him, yet he understands me.....???   He needs to shut his pie hole, because I'm nothing like he thinks.  Though I will admit I'm a stupid naive girl for ever thinking I could make this work out.  I knew he was like that, and I thought I could change him.  What is with women thinking they can change people?   Is it our horomones or our brains or some weird genetic code?  idk, but I should have known better.  Then he tries to blame things on the drugs and say "I only did it cause I was high"  then later be like "well i would have been worse if i wasn't"  THEN DON'T BLAME THE DRUG.  You'd think that'd be damn obvious.  Don't tell me both things.  Ugh, I don't like him at all.  All he ever does is try to bring me down and make me feel bad about myself.  He's got a way of being controlling.  He doesn't need compassion.  He needs someone to kick his ass and tell him that he needs to sober up sometime.  Maybe then he'd get to rock bottom a little sooner.  He doesn't see it though, and when I'm mean out of protection for myself (he scares the shit out of me), he just...uggh...he never gets it.  He'll never understand me.  I can tell him exactly what's wrong and he still doesn't get what's wrong with me.  He's so contradictive, too.  Why did I have to be with him, of all people?  >.